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Le Petit Salope
False accusations have no substance,
yet the brand of dirty whore still lingers.
strangers with no favces and no place in her life haunt her;
they taunt her about something she didn't do.
he's the hero, she's the little slut;
it's the double-standard cliche feminists fight,
yet it doesn't lack in truth.
scalded by thick words in a half city-southern drawl,
but they still taunt.
shouted until meaningless
and comfort is but hot pink letters on a computer screen.
"you did nothing wrong."
she wishes she felt that way.
excerpt to be inserted into a working novel
She felt dirty, rotten and downright stupid. Ivan was in his studio, their vast attic, while she walked stupidly down the street and over the bridge where Dominik had once basically told her to get the fuck out from under. Here she was, walking to his apartment with the perfect blue sky hanging over her. Shouldn't an ominous black cloud hang over her and only her?
Adriana chain smoked as she walked. She had chain smoked all the and morning on the porch, leaving Ivan alone because she knew she'd kick him out for treating her like shit because he's a failure. She felt like letting him in on the secret : Dominik Palanov had replaced him in her heart after knowing him for only a week and he did it with the slight glimmer in his big blue eyes.
With each clomp clomp of her shoes on the pavement, a chill coursed through her. Before she knew it, his building loomed before her. Oh dammit. Fidelity did a suicide dive from the top of the building and she's sure it's hers.