Challenge
Challenge of the Week CXXVIII
Karma's a Bitch. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
Dine Alone
I noticed you
Swaying as you walked,
Your legs
As long as a highway
Swishing your skirt.
I wont objectify you
By whistling through my teeth
Because they're false
Like your boobs
And may fall out
Like your boobs
Tumbling out of you skirt's open top.
Have I mentioned your boobs
Too many times?
I should turn and look away, watch where I'm going...
Too late
As I turn
The lamp post meets my head
Just above my eye brow.
Blood gushes and girls giggle
Having watched my misfortune
And the reason for it.
Clutching my head I walk on
To the bar for a blind date.
Surprised to find it's you!
With your legs and your skirt and...
You send me away
Covered in blood.
And I dine alone.
9
1
2