Raisins and prunes (reduced for quick sale)

When asked
She had hopped on
That motorcycle (told hesitation to take a backseat)

Wrapped her arms around his
Leather jacket
Elation had come through her
Easy as the wind in her hair
The engine growled as they whisked
Down streets paved just for them

(The glint of an exacto knife can be so subtle dear…)

Sweetie
Her fingers had glided gently against
The nape of his neck
(but here's the trick…
He had taken her there in the first place)

(Weren't you told to look both ways before crossing the street?)

A ghost had stood before her but it looked like a man

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Barbara Marten & David Fleeshman in Mother, Mine; Photo by Jacqui Bellamy.

(Why did you go where you don't belong?)

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It was then it became evident
Her bra was full of raisins
Only prunes between her legs
Cement crusted in her hair
And now

Now

I've been reduced for quick sale

(He decided he'd rather not have what sagged in her what was left from who she was before no he didn't want her bright eyes because he wouldn't hold the raisins and prunes in his brutal hands)

Still she's sad 'cause she can't hate him

(Sometimes we would rather be hit than not touched at all)

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