Lipstick and the Last Thing She Said
By Michael Valentine
Wed, 25 Mar 2015
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Lipstick and the Last Thing She Said
It rained all afternoon
I can remember that much
And the last thing she said was,
“I love you, mum”
A little love never hurt nobody
But a lot can crush
And the last thing she said was,
“I love you, mum”
It rained all evening, still,
But the next morning brought sun
And the last thing she said was,
“I love you, mum”
As she stepped into my car
Her little sister never understood
Why Chelsea was leaving
As soon as she could
So Chelsea planted a petal kiss
That withered a decade of sisterhood
Desperate to make her understand
But hoping she never would
Father McIntyre called her a slut
And took his belt of more than once
Boys can’t be blamed for feminine shame
Because boys weren’t born with cunts
In the wing-mirror Chelsea painted her lips
Feeling God’s hand on her neck in the rays of the sun
And she twisted red crayon with a pout
And the last thing she said was,
“I love you, mum;
“And even if you weren’t always there,
If you forgot to mention me in your prayers
I know you care
So whether I end up in South Manhattan,
beneath the sun
Or in a cold alleyway, inhabited by bums
The bus fumes will do me
and wind might blow through me
But, wherever I may run,
I love you, mum”
It rained all afternoon
I can remember that much
And the last thing she said was,
“I love you, mum”
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Hi Michael. Has an almost
Permalink Submitted by Parson Thru on
Hi Michael. Has an almost Gothic feel to it. Quite dark. Some great lines, with the whole thing exuding an atmosphere. I think the sixth stanza probably makes the piece an 18 rating.
Parson Thru
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