The Scarlet Mo

November 27, 2009
By Casey Bigler SILVER, Clarence Center, New York
Casey Bigler SILVER, Clarence Center, New York
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Mo, what right have you in wearing my things?
Borrowing boots, plaid jackets, and rings
With no intention to call stealing stole,
But to bump me one evening while in the moonlight you stroll
With another of mine—one I had not yet worn.
Still I keep my lips sewn, and I fold and I darn.
For friends do, do share. Share our lip paint and wit.
But your hand-me-downs, Mo, those stained rags never fit.
And do you know the most wretched part of all this?
What’s yours was once mine, now bloodstained by red lips.

The author's comments:
This piece is inspired by a friend who took me for granted. It is an extended metaphor.

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