A Vague Resemblance

She had the vague resemblance to a girl I use to date.
Feather-thin and coquettish. 
Swaying from side to side, she danced like a snake. 
I sensed it. She was about to eat me whole.
In one gorging display of passion—my blood stained her lips.

0
1
0
0
0
0
0
Subscribe
Notify of
0 Comments
Inline Feedbacks
View all comments
Check out the Postcards From Afar newsletter.
This is default text for notification bar