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The Last Straw (formerly Lady Slings the Booze)
That time you left me behind--
fieldwork, you called it...
She was all sweet innocence,
a peach ripe for the picking,
blue eyes wide, pools shaded
by lashes quivering like willow branches.
She said she had no intentions--
no intentions at all--
while you said she was just
another student needing your
expert help to "find herself".
Sprawled in your bed
under the eaves, your scent
permeating sheets and skin,
your smile flambéed into
every one of my cells
with that half empty fifth of Wild Turkey.
And still all I could think of was
giving you gifts sweeter than
the adulation of youth, as I trampled
on all my self-respect.
Originally written for Trixareforkids' same title challenge (Lady Slings the Booze).
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