Her arrogance was her ignorance,
So blonde
Thinking she knew it all.
Anxiety and fear put under the sheets
And cream cotton covering,
Fingers and toes played music,
Idly sending
Messages.
Purring, snoring puffing, shouting and
Shifting, while sipping and consuming
Too much.
Twisting strands of hair,
Reading books to
Learn or
Escape.
While the debris of Camel ashes
Pile into a red glass ashtray
Through a night of knowing all she knows.
Impatience they said. Restless is right.
Always wanting, wanting and striving
Never sitting tight. Never holding
All the precious gems
She already had.
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