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Trailer Park Girl
By Devil lyn
the butterfly around your
hollowed navel
spreads its wings and soars through my eyes
silver-plated love blows 30 degrees below dry-ice
my head is ripe for your destruction because
the chisel pounds because you say so, So
when I sleep the monster lays beside me with you
with you I hear painted ladies walking obscure streets,
I sense defeat as I crumble beneath your feet
your “Shh,” calms me in the dark of night
like the stir of winter fog eroding from your after sex cigarette
just as beer bottles break at the bottom of your trash can, silent
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Copyright 2017 Devil lyn
Published on Tuesday, June 13, 2017.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
10/2013Comments on "Trailer Park Girl"
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On Thursday, June 15, 2017, midnights voice
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wrote:
I see a collage of visual images flashing fast to a drum solo .
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On Thursday, June 15, 2017, dwells
(4285) wrote:
Some mixed emotions come across with these memories Dev and it seems like everything is a trade-off perhaps. You had me from the opening - cheers! - Dan
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On Thursday, June 15, 2017, Quill
(48) wrote:
This landed somewhere in left field in the back of my memory. I can't begin to explain what I mean...
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