Pretty Girls Don't Bleed by Emily Allison - HTML preview

stepsisters -

a growl

deepens in the

back of my throat,

building quickly and

threatening to

spill over

every time you

step on my

doc martens and

tear the collars

off of my

favorite shirts.

slices of ivory skin

bleach the ocean currents;

sweet tea hair and

honey-crisp lips spread

deep into the sand.

friday night lights

glowed against her

back, for nothing

artificial coaxed her from

savory waves that

float and survive on

sea breezes and

sand dollars.