April 6, 2010
She walks across the campus,
Breasts popping out of her too-tight shirt,
Jeans hugging her tiny thighs,
Feeling all their eyes on her,
Huge sunglasses hide the traces of tears on her cheeks,
She ignores the slight burning in her stomach from one too many vodka shots,
She walks over to him,
Feeling his lips press up against hers,
His arms wrap around her,
Claiming her as his property,
His fingers slide down her black lace bra,
As his friends smirk across the lunch table,
She feigns a smile

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maRAWR This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 5, 2010 at 1:59 pm
happens all the time, sadly
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