The girl was legend.1
All empty eyes && purple painted smiles. Every sweet, white inch of her. And everybody knew her name. 2
She danced in satin skirts that only moved when she took them off. She was everything delicate, everything demure. She was beautiful even when she wasn't.3
She watched the world with terror filled saucer-eyes and the world looked right back with eyes that were unmistakably green.4
It was clear glass, they enied her and she wondered why.5
She knew hey hung up her picture, plastered her to walls and books and frames that made her their prisoner. They stared at her when they were alone and forged her a kind of intimacy she could thrive on.6
But it was temporary and in the morning she was left trying to sing her own self to sleep because no one cared enough to do it for her.7
Those people that loved her, that glimpsed the real her when she uncovered it, all those people left her at the end. And she saw what they'd done.8
They'd led her down the wrong track, but they peppered it with glitter and they held her just right so she was blind to every bit of it.9
She was the diamond dying in the night, she was he candied rose melting in the morning dew. They lured her with promises of love and they took her innocence before she even knew it was there.10
She hated them, but she started to love them almost obsessively. The love-hate became just one mroe prison and she thought she was free because she'd always get nine seconds of pleasure before the sun rose.11
Back bars catered to her kind and she'd walk in just to stand there and let their hands go to places she'd never gone to herself. It felt like the past and she convinced herself it was right.12
One night she walked in, skirt past the legal limit and eyes bright like they used to be. It was a shock-making moment, she hadn't looked so sweet in oh-so-many years, but they were afraid to touch her.13
She'd been their girl forever, passed around and used like an old movie that can't be rewound. They knew every mark on her body, every cut and scar where they signed her. A kind of "I wuz here" of the human body. They couldn't recognize her. It was the first time she walked out alone. Faintly, she hoped to be pressed up against a wall and killed, but it didn't happen.14
She kept turning around, haunted by phantom-feels and ghost-touches because her body just wanted to suffer. It was instinct and who was she to fight it?15
Every step was agony, but she walked so carefully as though she was afraid of falling into a black river of her own dark thoughts.16
But it was hopeless, because the darkness followed her where ever she went.
Author notes
I don't think this title is permenant, I REALLY don't like it.
I should have turned this one in when my creative writing teacher said she wanted a prose poem, I should have used this one instead of Glitter Bombs.
-Andi
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The title seems fine to me..
Liked the flow of the story..
It was different and i loved it!
Personally, I really like the way you describes the character!
Great Write.
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Harsh Judgement
Quite an indictment of her, of those who used her. Villians, no heroes. This is a very stark portrayal. "She was the diamond dying in the night, she was he candied rose melting in the morning dew." Great images. Very solid writing.
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I like the title and the prose-poem there are a few words that are typoed but no big deal, easy to fix.
Sounds like Marilyn Munroe's life, she was a glitter girl type.
I like the tone of this piece, it is interesting and different.
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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This was a pretty awesome feature to be honest.
I'm glad to have stubled upon it
Paragraph 5 should say envied? i think.
still excellent read and thank you
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I really adored this. :]
"All empty eyes && purple painted smiles." -- Love that line!
Yeah...I agree with you about the title.
"Glitter Girl" sounds a bit mundane for my taste.
Will there be more?
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it was interesting. there seemed to be a lot bottled up inside of her. I really liked how you described her situation and her pain. is this for women rights? is it about getting back up no matter how difficult it might be? that's what is seems like to me. but she doesn't sound very innocent since she wears skin-revealing clothes. it's like she's TRYING to get those guys on her. other than that, it was terrific! Your teacher should give you a good mark.
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It was, in my mind, about what happens when you fgo too far.
In my mind I had a picture of this girl who wanted love so badly that she would do anything to get it. And when she wanted out of that lifestyle, she found it was near impossible to get out of it
-Andi
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beautiful
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thank you
-andi
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A really horrible analysis of fading beauty.
It fades, and what are you left with?
Terrifyingly real, and a warning for every young girl here on SW.
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