The boys walk around
Without their shirts on,
And we laugh at them,
Their charming, careless vanity.
The girls know
Their skin is dangerous,
Their appearance
A performance.
Oh, very brief, but there you go. NaPoWriMo 21 – exploring the Narcissus myth. I’m not able to do fancy stuff like links at the moment, but you know where to look.
Sarah writes poems 