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A Girl’s Story

December 13, 2014

She knows without a doubt
he can write
pick up the shattered pieces
of her heart
leave it in mid-flight
as all the parts of herself
others love
she hates.
Then her mirror reflects
her various misplaced fates.
Heavy snow
bears upon her
tree lights
dismiss her dreams.
Her head is messed up
the way he cradles her in bed
she continues to sing
nursery rhymes
no one is too old to hear
she has an audience for her worded tears
as Christmas nears.
At Indigo, she waited for the gift-wrapping

moka avec caramel salé?
Non, merci.
Carte spéciale?
Non merci.

Caffe latte and Ryan Adams
at the cash.
Should she give Starbucks more money than 10.00 for 2 coffees?
Should she? Shouldn’t she questions
damned on a a one way street.
Thinks about him removing her clothes
when ugly sweater parties await,
but in the middle of it all
right after her midnight date
and all the alcohol takes flight
she breaks all her promises
gives sin her best shot.
She wants a broken heart
no matter how jolly happy souls part.
Staring at her eggnog
she imagined tolls
midnight strolls
and there she is on the screen
with a book in her hands
naked on his bed
while his eyes
travel all along her legs.

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Christina Strigas

Comments:

3

  1. Norm 2.0 says:

    Beautiful, and that photoyou chose absolutely rocks!

    1. Chrissy says:

      Thanks Norm! Xo love that shot as well!

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