Perfectionism next to her
- Alicia Berdeguez
- Apr 9, 2017
- 1 min read
A green froth bubbles in her
cup and I sneak a sip while she
files her nails and whispers into
her phone, it's gooey and sizzles on
my tongue but it doesn't burn as
badly as I expected,
it does seep deep into my soul
though, and settles in the pit of
my shoes - for when you aren't
who you'd choose for your own
dodgeball team, what's the point?
No one points their fingers at her,
with her white-gold blonde hair and
her perfect perfect teeth you'd love
to pull from her pretty face,
face it, you couldn't be her secretary
in a perfect world.
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