Ungrateful I hear the sliakness In her voice and I orlnge on the Inside, as her perfectly red blood-red
fresh Idll nails
run through her long, brown hair (chestnut really
with these golden glimmers),
and she
sighs, out loud
as If shcs got somewhere else shell
rather be
than there with him.
And he
laps It up like sugar water
Champagne so eager, puppy eager to please, to malce her want him.
I want him, and I want to scream.
--Angela Peach
