Shining The Spotlight On Donna ‘pirategirl’ Sanders: A Grain in the Sand
She was white, plump as a Chinese vase, a hard
ceramic shell with painted leaves, but in this urn
bouquets were as fake as her breasts, the brim dry
and thirsted like an Ethiopian child. Fire left her
insides charred, dusted with a raven ash. Though
she spewed flames, nobody could she burn with
acrimonious revenge. Piercing screams haunt,
unstable demons plot, but this fork-tongued
woman had only revenge to make her content.
She bathed in its ecstasy, furrowed into orgasmic
pools of Machiavellian deeds. One day, when her
river becomes sterile, sheâll be merely a grain of
desert sand.
©2013 Donna J. Sanders
Featured Writer at âCreative Talents Unleashed Writers Groupâ
