No Snow White
by Leslie Noyes
Underneath the good girl ruse, dark secrets lurked well hidden. Dimpled smiles hid her thoughts, as urges rose unbidden.
“Be yourself,” she was told, but herself was so lackluster, so instead she chose to be a tart, full of heat and bluster.
Reputations made or broken on a rash of indiscretions, too easy, too cold, or full of calculations.
Good girls go to heaven, she’d heard, but now no longer cared. They can keep their heaven, for she’d go everywhere.
Praying for Eyebrowz 