Something about female hair... by Stephanie Hutzler

The grass has grown
And no one's setting out to trim it
Coarse darkness against ripe flesh
The mansion's foliage—
Thick ivy and brush,
Only compliment its ambiance
The leaves capture a dew...
A fresh scent filled with longing and desire
Post-pone the gardener
Let the leaves grow higher
A picture of nature's intended beauty
She bathes and rusted razors corrode
She flushes and mainstream ideals—
Go straight down the shitter

 

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