From RPG to IRLBy Nadia Singh
There is a great emptiness In the pit of her belly Vacancy on her innermost shelf She is without the things that would mature her wholly Food and the touch of a man. All night she sits with her back to the small empty bed And her face to the light of a screen Fingers navigating the letters To penetrate young hearts of foreigners And bring smiles to their faces with the tales of her dreams. Before long the night is over And she looks at herself in the morning-lit mirror And sees a skinny small odd looking thing Dripping in the weakness her youth seems to bring. She knows of what she would like a taste: Prominence, experience, and a bit of grace but she knows not if she should trust time …or seize real-life exploit by her own device.
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