Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
She dances the flamenco Green dress red lined Watermelon pretty Lush and fat Just like me I sigh Older than the rest Just like me I gasp Her feet stomp with rhythm With rage Lucia, I think they call her Lucia the loud one… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 14: Watermelon Pretty”