Only the freshest flesh will do. The cherubic breast, falling out of her pretty dress. She’ll burn her softened thigh on his hot exhaust. Her oiled streaked Gucci, a story she cannot wash clean. She’ll get what she wants and regret what she gets. That’s the rough draft scratched with dead desires. She got into trouble and nobody helped her because people love to see a pretty girl fail.
“She’ll get what she wants and regret what she gets” is lifted from Susan Hyland (according to the link I kept) and “the rough draft scratched with dead desires” from Between Two Rivers by Chris.
“his hot exhaust” is not a euphemism (except that it is). In motorbike cultures, girls, sitting on the back of their boyfriends’ modified bikes, are often left with exhaust burn marks on their legs.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
