"The girl
Bites her lip
Nervous
A pinprick of red
Breaches tired skin
Worn from word
Rough kisses
And the occasional lie.
The girl
Taps her nails
Anxious
A fleck of white
Cracks shiny enamel
Torn by teeth
Hard labour
And the regular scrape
The girl
Twirls her hair
Frightened
A stripe of grey
Betrays youthful curls
Wet from rain
Cold snow
And the endless tears."
Sharon Paine 06.07.2014
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