![]() Head TurnersA Poem by CourtneyStilhetto heels sharp as spikes, stabbing the hearts of fools at the bar. Solid red like flowing blood, splatting on the pavement they trot on. Heads turn toward the beat of her gait, demanding attention to her hips. But a single misstep, a drunken side stumble will break her perfumed neck. Revealing shirt ripped, exposed knees torn-- the heels survive without a scratch. Pavement and flesh, her lifeless eyes stare; she pays for all her free drinks. The heels will be sold to an unsuspecting other. "What a bargain" she thinks. © 2009 Courtney |
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Added on March 12, 2009 Author![]() CourtneyDallas (for now), TXAboutI graduate from college with a degree in creative writing in a week, and after saving some money, I'm planning to move to New York to see what it's like. If the publishing world or an extremely large.. more..Writing
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