Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Good Girl

Seventeen drops of sweat set above her lip
As she steps up to the diving board.
She senses a saber tooth stare from the bushes.
She's a woman now whether she wants it or not.
She carefully covers her sun-pinked skin
And coats her face to camouflage the freckles.
She reaches for the rouge without knowing why.
She's going through the motions
Like a good girl should.