Boring Girls

Boring girls, tell pretty lies. Manipulated-bated breath, I can only follow along, dragged behind their sashayed swaggers. Crystalline eyes follow me, fractured and broken, her eyes reflect a pond frozen-over, the temptation to take a step, driving me mad. A contorted "smile", that creaked and wrinkled to my untrained eyes, tinkling, nauseating "laughter" that made [...]