Her blue black hair curves to the line of her chin
A stark contrast to a pair of bright blue eyes
She is tall and willowy, only accentuated
By black tights and a short skirt
She reads Kafka and pretends to enjoy it
Writes overbearing poetry with bloated metaphors
It is 1987 and she is 21 years old
The age of majority
But young enough that everything
Seems as serious as a heart attack
Meg Sorick, Author/Artist 
Beautifully written, Meg!
This was such a delightful read! ❤
I know someone whom you just described to perfection…
I'm sure she'll enjoy reading it…
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome, Meg! ❤
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I remember feeling like that at 21! If only we knew how easy life was at that age…
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That’s for sure!
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Lovely, Meg, and great accompaniments!
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Thanks, Angela!
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My pleasure!
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I think I had a crush on this girl (way!) way back when!
Also: Big crush on Siouxsie around then, too.
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Haha! That’s awesome! Ah those were the days…. I was a huge fan of Siouxie, had the hair, wore the eyeliner. Thank god it was before the days of cell phones and selfies. Cringe!
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