Candy

I remember seeing a young girl whose eyes were hazel and hair was black her hair mimicked green cotton candy and her lips were more vinous than the sweetest of ruby red wines.. She had root beer in one hand and Laffy Taffy in the other her legs stretched as long as the Mississippi her thighs covered by cut out Daisy dukes and her breast exposed, only covered by threads in a short, mini tank top... Lacerations kissed her throat and scars cuddled with her arms her panties were pink, and dry blood dripped from her mouth her feet were fragile.... Her waist was slim, and her skin was smooth to the touch her body, laid bare by the side of a road her head decapitated, arms torn from the roots blood spoiled, flies swarm.... The candy is bitter....