Art and the philosophy of life

he said my lips were cherry red
my skin was white as snow
he loved the combination
and even told me so
I said I wasn’t Snow White
comas weren’t my thing
I didn’t care for Princes
certainly not Kings
I held him tightly
in my arms
he didn’t have a chance
he didn’t see it coming
he was looking for
my teeth slid in
I heard him sigh
it didn’t take him
long to die
I dropped him on
the hard cold ground
then I laughed
and turned around
I straightened out
my little skirt
then went looking
for dessert


via White as Snow – Georgiann Carlson — Brave & Reckless

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