Beauty
by Abbie Copeland she was beautiful because she decided to be open. soft belly massage, gaping tongue, ravaging herself like pink begonias. that dress that hung just barely off the hanger slipped on smooth and fitted, she decided to let go, bushy eyebrows and all dimpled and pimpled, protruding collar bones. it was a good day because she remembered to water everything and let filtered light in at the right angle. |
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