post-a-poem, april nine

prom was a winter storm
and a purple dress
worn for the second time
held together with resentment
sewn with sad regret
{he was awkward
and she felt mean}

purple lace and shiny pink glitter gloss
tasted like watermelon and strawberry
{he was second choice
and knew he was not who she
wanted him to be}
{he was awkward
and she
was mean}

prom was a purple storm
in a winter dress.

prompt provided by liz