I just tried crack for the first time. My head is spinning between the lines. I ripped that phrase off. When he said it the second time, the last line, I said it with him - I knew it was coming. And in that moment my heart forgave him for telling me what to do with my thighs in the previous poem.
My heart stopped, and I forgot to breath. I felt dizzy with the force of bone breaking empathy (and they didn’t even look like me). I was annoyed, offended, insulted and confused. I was gob-smacked, flabbergasted.
I was Vindicated!
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