This is my first attempt at creative writing in many years. Please don't laugh.
soft spoken shy
hair covering one eye
back straight legs crossed
smile and a hair toss
with the flick of a wrist
the ashes of a cigarette
disappear
ballerina body sits up straight
voice soft
demeanor demure
so classy he says admiringly
the night nurtures young lovers
it's all a far cry
from the red faced
sobbing screaming choking
crying cursing
gasping girl
facedown furious on the couch
tiny fists balled
wailing writhing
eventually
heavy sobs subside
as she opens her red puffy eyes
soon enough she'll again erupt
but maybe someday
she'll finally grow up
teenange angst, when it happens to an adult
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