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....
Copyright © Antonio Ball | Year Posted 2015
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