Note For A Pink Lady
By Neila Mezynski
Surrounded by heaps of color clothes, trip over bad ass lady of the upstairs. Demon say, demon know. Bow wearing pink plastic purse carrier. Lit with self aware, contemplates her life as all there is, no exception to now. Me. In between. Keep it fast and sassy my dear. Come now. She’ll touch you how you like hummingbird soft, bow lady. Don’t put on your hatchet face or sharp rattle me landlord used car salesman bit. Garden grown peaches. She’ll come then.
Bio: Dancer/choreographer turned painter/writer, Neila Mezynski has fiction published and forthcoming on Snow Monkey, Word Riot, Kill Author, Dogzplot, Scrambler, Weird Year, Mud Luscious among several others.
By Neila Mezynski
Surrounded by heaps of color clothes, trip over bad ass lady of the upstairs. Demon say, demon know. Bow wearing pink plastic purse carrier. Lit with self aware, contemplates her life as all there is, no exception to now. Me. In between. Keep it fast and sassy my dear. Come now. She’ll touch you how you like hummingbird soft, bow lady. Don’t put on your hatchet face or sharp rattle me landlord used car salesman bit. Garden grown peaches. She’ll come then.
Bio: Dancer/choreographer turned painter/writer, Neila Mezynski has fiction published and forthcoming on Snow Monkey, Word Riot, Kill Author, Dogzplot, Scrambler, Weird Year, Mud Luscious among several others.
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