Cherished [ragged cherry remix]

by Nat Rolls-Gordon

hang this girl out, this sunless stubby ringlet piglet with the red shine nails.

can you even make her up? this unfashioned and detracted mascara blend at barge-pole length okay kind of plain girl, i’ve been more comfortable close to lepers.

hair shouldn’t remind me of blood, not all over the head. charicature short, and the blooded hair lip is cyanide. death. don’t make the girl dance.

sex. she laughs at the wrong times, cold thighs betray the sweat that falls, does her body mock us all? the alien vein that runs like me from her bareness. beauty does not know her, and she doesn’t care for friends like that. tooth-pasted bloody bristles from the mouth i kissed, tweezers on the sink and blacked dandruffed razor on my soap.

new jeans could maybe suit her arse, my friends laugh too, where i see sorrow and birth-pain. tight like a choke-hold. croak

cackle and the smile break, the mirrored friend who smiles back, she finds her piece. love knows no laws.


The ragged cherry remix by Nat Rolls-Gordon is licensed under a CC Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.5 Australia licence. It is a derivative work of Emily Maguire’s CC Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.5 Australia licensed story. The original is available at http://www.remixmylit.com/storiesremixes/emilymaguire/. For details on how you can reuse the original and this remix see http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.5/au/