Stephanie Cage

Ribbons & Lace

She wore her favorite frilly dress
And though this was not a house if ill repute
Her efforts still bear no fruit;
Her fragile fingers dig deep into the sheets
Her pillow scarred from marks left behind by her teeth
Her face shoved into the dirt of no mans land.
Fair tan twines bounding her hands
Her Stomach to the mattress
His back to God

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