Poetry: Anomaly | Rachel Charles

Her clothes smeared Onions
Short skirts defined her wants
Feathers and Union
Minutes turned a quickie

Her oranges spoke smiles
She would ride any size
White Hairs banished her lies
Her seed sent on exile

Eternal doom waited
She frolicked with grey hairs
Her soured soul birthed
Genes her legacy stained

The most expensive ring
Became cuffs on her wrist
She jailed the warder bling
The inmates earthed her.

© Rachel Charles