Poems from mlawhorn1999@gmail.com
The scratchy stubble and broken dress straps
she's sent plummeting, my Cinderella
The sorrow and shame spliter her like cracks
Crimson...
There's something twisted and dark in me...
'Seize the day' they say,
or else you'll fade away.
This is the final age,
before we take the stage.
The golden age of seventeen,
we...