it’s the summer I squatted my own body
At last! I wrote a prompt! Love you all.
THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY EXCEPT…
The trout were laughing in their rainbow onesies
And river spirits of an ill temper sent rocks
Slippery splashing me over as though wonders
Could be worked from a nine foot rod ( hubba
( hubba ) and all the storm drains were full of sand
So’s I took to martinis alone in the dying garden
And left dirty messages for my crocodile lovers
Who wept at my recluse. This summer I slurred,
More hungry than a hole of soldiers, more cruel
Than a widow’s Ganges, and so very very dry
That my good looks were suspected of treason.
Why can’t we play? I’m tidy enough, and clean
My teeth, and bring a balmy tide back up to shore.
Did you see there? The first drops? Could be me.
this prompt is powerful but my italics don't come across in the comments and i refuse to sacrifice the integrity of the formatting <3
🏖️👗 the summer I turned pretty except
At last! I wrote a prompt! Love you all.
THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY EXCEPT…
The trout were laughing in their rainbow onesies
And river spirits of an ill temper sent rocks
Slippery splashing me over as though wonders
Could be worked from a nine foot rod ( hubba
( hubba ) and all the storm drains were full of sand
So’s I took to martinis alone in the dying garden
And left dirty messages for my crocodile lovers
Who wept at my recluse. This summer I slurred,
More hungry than a hole of soldiers, more cruel
Than a widow’s Ganges, and so very very dry
That my good looks were suspected of treason.
Why can’t we play? I’m tidy enough, and clean
My teeth, and bring a balmy tide back up to shore.
Did you see there? The first drops? Could be me.
this prompt is powerful but my italics don't come across in the comments and i refuse to sacrifice the integrity of the formatting <3