Sucker She circled it around her tongue.The stick clasped between newly stained red nails.Twirling it back and forth between her swollen lips.The threat of stickiness lingered as sugar infested salivatrembled towards her fingers.She allowed her canines to pierce throughas she crunched downon the glassy exterior shattering in her mouth.Lollipops were her favourite, especially now her…
Author: Elizabeth Brown
Lace
I wear a suit of armour made of lace. Just pretty enough to distract you Maybe catch your eye across the room But too pretty to avoid your undesired attention Your finger chafed the last of my lacy defence It slithered up and down the effortlessly penetrable thread Swooping every curve Memorising its patterns…