Extract #94: in medias res

A random piece of fun with the potential for more. It was really off-the-cuff with minimal editing.

Funny how she slipped 
Straight through the cracks
Landing on a dead-pan
A practiced delivery
Of sorts

Her world slipped and crackled
On a black and white TV
All old school as you like it
Beehives and sparkly dresses
supposed slatternly behaviour

The world never liked her
So much then
When she traded her humour
For that pair of shoes
Not seeing the broken souls

Tell me honey oh lil’ bunny
Is that how you remember it
Now that you’re in that bed
Or is that all a little unfair
of sorts?

The End

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