Many young girls with emotional problems were band groupies, she was only one. |
Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown An uncertain woman child reaching for a shiny object. No idea what it might do, an impulse, forbidden fruit. Part of her genetic makeup, a congenital defect? She hangs back, plans, plunges in, plays cute. Natural charm or craving for love? A bee drawn to honey, swarming, looking for “It” What is “it”? An emptiness she feels deprived of. A Daisy Buchanan, needs attention, all she can get. She would catch his eye, that’s all it took. Born with a natural ability to flirt, act hurt. This guy didn’t stand a chance, a fish on a hook. She didn’t mean to be cruel, play a bit, then overlook. A stage curtain comes up, audience fills. Perfect place to play her part, all eyes watch aglow. But is this creature really her? Can she blame pretty pills? A strip tease and bottle tricks, quite a show. There is a certain kind of person in our world. That can’t find self love, they prey upon others. Major changes, in a blink of an eye, disaster unfurled. One damaged soul clings to or devours another. By Kathie Stehr Jan. 27, 2021 20 lines |