Escaping Marriage

Strip back your nails, dear.
You’re the biscuit crumbling on my tongue,
Butter wouldn’t melt,
You’re 23 and young.

Gather your hair into a pony tail,
Wear yourself like a Chanel suit.
Be fabulous.
Scrap the cigarette ashes off your teeth.

You’re all wonders,
You’re all no cares,
You’re not just a hole to men,
People fall in love with the breeze in your eyes.

Its time.
That you redid your French manicure,
And married yourself to wall-less contours of your mind.
You’re liberated from me, be free.

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