they tell me to write the villain in. make her made of the vile. give her a snake tongue, a red whisper, sex dripping. Â there is a hush to her laugh, the curve of her foot fits into his palm, he is unmoved by her seamless flaws. Â she cries when it rains. she has his mother's patience. she will steal him & I will not blame him. Â they tell me to write a villain & I still taste the glue, move with the paper dress.
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This poem is from the Goodreads Choice Awards Finalist I’m Not Your Paper Princess.
Incredible!