Smidgens
At home, she sips sweet-flavored rum
Grinning with a separation in her teeth.
A fear is found in her haunting smile
That she really has nothing to do
And everything she does is all about nothing
Sweet rum can be mixed or drank straight
Easily licked off and forgotten, evaporated
Mixed with who knows what
Everything—she can get her hands on
Funny, how she acts with such desperation
While lapping up luxury—acting out with suffering
Lovers, all lovers, plus everyone
Come with at least one fault or two,
Allowing her within their shield-like auras
To let her explore, compliment, and brutalize.
That is why she shows her whitened teeth
Tucks her wrinkles behind her ears
Blaming, blaming, blaming, in between sips
Very nice, Elan.
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A fear is found in her haunting smile
That she really has nothing to do
And everything she does is all about nothing
Loved these particular lines. I often feel this way, smiling through the fear of nothingness. No rum for me though. I prefer random acts of kindness.
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“Tucks her wrinkles behind her ears”—my favorite phrase I’ve read today.
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“Blaming in between sips” love
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Shrewd description of a very unhappy woman.
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Indeed I do.
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Beautifully penned, Elan. I know women like this. You must too!
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“tucks her wrinkles behind her ears”. Lovely write-up
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I hadn’t attached quite so much importance or deptth to the occassional spiced rum I mix with, well, anything!
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Hehe replace the rum with gin and I can see a mirror image of myself. Nicely done. 🙂
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You are funny.
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Nicely described Elan:)
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If I didn’t know better, I would swear that you wrote this about me. The rum, the persona, I believe you have discovered my alter-ego!
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I know this persona well…blame is such a useful tool in deflecting from truth and personal responsibility.
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