Poem: Untitled

"Mine!" she screams, counting down,
Her flaking lipstick smeared to a frown.
"Three, two, one, now!
Hand it over, you disgusting cow."

Poem: Shadowed Girl

Shadowed girl, dark and down.
Her pretty face scarred by a frown.
Thighs painted in permanent lines,
For Happiness her feeble heart pines.

Poem: No Shorts

"No shorts," she says, and glances down,
Her faux smile now turning to a frown.
"They'll see the lines; they'll see the marks.
These self-inflicted scars are my saviors," she remarks.

             ~Brittany Long

Peom: Untitled

Come wake me when the roses are done dying,
For they're prettier in death.
Their tired petals fall willingly, without prying,
And need not take more breath.
               
                 ~Brittany Long