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Traveling
Would we have been friends in another life?
Some semblance of sisterhood
The Snow Whites and the Rose Reds
ganging up on the Sleeping Beauties
The brambles
The towers
Secret manicured handshakes with pink sparkly-nailed
middle fingers,
ring fingers,
free
Sipping our shots from silver thimbles,
all sorority-like
I bet you were a Girl Scout
I played basketball and always sank the
foul shots
Interpret as you will
If life provides the same bitter pill,
why do you keep swallowing?
Some female friendships have a thirteen year
shelf life
Then it’s time to dust
Stomp spiders or
hurt no living thing?
I imagine it’s hard for the World’s Oldest Living
Female Exterminator when Mars goes retrograde
She just weeps whist holding her tattered copy of
Charlotte’s Web, and
contemplates her existence
Some semblance of sisterhood
The Snow Whites and the Rose Reds
ganging up on the Sleeping Beauties
The brambles
The towers
Secret manicured handshakes with pink sparkly-nailed
middle fingers,
ring fingers,
free
Sipping our shots from silver thimbles,
all sorority-like
I bet you were a Girl Scout
I played basketball and always sank the
foul shots
Interpret as you will
If life provides the same bitter pill,
why do you keep swallowing?
Some female friendships have a thirteen year
shelf life
Then it’s time to dust
Stomp spiders or
hurt no living thing?
I imagine it’s hard for the World’s Oldest Living
Female Exterminator when Mars goes retrograde
She just weeps whist holding her tattered copy of
Charlotte’s Web, and
contemplates her existence
Published 12th Mar 2018
| Edited 13th Mar 2018
Author's Note
My former best friend and I ended our friendship bitterly after thirteen years. We were very different people. The other day, I realized that my current best friend and I have now known each other the exact length of time. 13 years. Yet our friendship is one of the greatest joys of my life, and we often ask each other, "Where were you when I was younger?" I think about Tori Amos discussing "Cornflake Girls" and "Raisin Girls"...I was never a Cornflake Girl, and neither is my best friend. Yet I see so many, and I wonder, "Would I ever be able to be friends with this woman?" Because kindness is not friendship. I can be kind, but so few do I hold close.
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12th Mar 2018 7:05am
12th Mar 2018 1:19pm
13th Mar 2018 12:47pm
Again, I really enjoyed your subject matter, albeit the punctuation disrupted the flow for me personally ( refer to previous critique ).
The Snow Whites and the Rose Reds
ganging up on the Sleeping Beauties.
The brambles.
The towers.
Fairytales and the House of Tudor entwined to unite York once again. Really enjoyed the introspection on this one.
The Snow Whites and the Rose Reds
ganging up on the Sleeping Beauties.
The brambles.
The towers.
Fairytales and the House of Tudor entwined to unite York once again. Really enjoyed the introspection on this one.
13th Mar 2018 1:49pm
Thank you, Ahavati. It's funny, but I'm dealing with this in my life in so many ways...too many periods. Finality. Perhaps the burden of being a Leo with an Aries moon lol. I'm often an all or nothing person. It's been a real awakening to be able to leave things open and let them flow organically :)
