10-06-2014, 12:31 AM
The Slag's Tryst (edit #3) /thanks chris, paul, todd, ohaces, brownlie for the comments and critiques
She adjusted her bodice in front of the mirror
at his cottage in the countryside.
Raindrops swelled and rolled
down the mud wall. A clump of wildflowers
wilted, and left behind a tainted remnant
from the monsoon of his warm breath.
She adjusted her bodice in front of the mirror
at his cottage in the countryside.
Raindrops swelled and rolled
down the mud wall. A clump of wildflowers
wilted, and left behind a tainted remnant
from the monsoon of his warm breath.
