Dressed for cotillion at the debutante ball
The last thing I remember from
my last life was feeling put-upon.
I was pulled in so many directions
that all the semi-precious stones
I’d been hoarding in my stomach
poured out onto the shag carpet
as my body split diagonally in two.
The girls gasped and I died ashamed.
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scandalous!!!
I love it.
Fly shit killa
I particularly like “shag carpet” and, of course, the title.
I really like the way you make this a part of your “last life.” A “fitting” end to that time of being pulled into so many directions.