Young Writers Society

Flawless pale skin,
Encasing a wild and crazy soul
That leaks,
Slowly but surely
From the little slashes upon her wrist.
A permanent crease,
Above the eyebrows,
(That tattletales on her inner blonde)
From worried nights,
Of Jake & Tanner.
Pudgy lips
From pouting
Laughing,
And brilliant thoughts
That escape
In moments of silence.

Now,
This pulchritudinous cat,
Lies blanched and ashen,
Laced with the
Stench
Of liquor

I hope you like it! Don't be too mean