Leaving a trail of kisses from my strawberry stained lips, like bread crumbs through an enchanted forest, I scatter broken and bruised hearts in my wake.
My sharp words are like brambles plucking at their sleeve. Not eager enough to hold tight, but honed to a razor’s edge, ripping and tearing at delicate egos. Scars run deep, even when flesh wounds heal.
A parasite living off my malleable host, our symbiotic relationship lasts only as long as our mutual lust. Winds change, axes shift with the seasons, a hardier host comes into my kill zone, and I disengage. Without warning, without explanation, without regret or sympathy, I slough off these liaisons like so much dead weight.
Now a chameleon, taking on the hues of my surroundings, blending in effortlessly. A camouflage created from the latest styles and fashion. I am a stage actress, playing an ingénue to your Lothario, in a tragedy where the hero dies of a broken heart.
Stepping aside, careful to not soil my shoes, I leave the bloody carnage behind. Slowing only long enough to reapply my strawberry lipstick.
Thin spiral notebook 
Yikes! “…slough off these liaisons like so much dead weight.” Ouch. A cobra with strawberry lips! Brava!
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Look at you being all viper like! meow!
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You wooed with your words
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Great writing skills
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I love how the last line tied it all together. Very nice!
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Spectacular Tara. I loved it all!
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Love this part- “My sharp words are like brambles plucking at their sleeve. Not eager enough to hold tight, but honed to a razor’s edge, ripping and tearing at delicate egos. Scars run deep, even when flesh wounds heal.”
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So very nice writing here!
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This is lush, beautiful prose, Tara. Glad to be connected through studio30 plus. Thanks for such a beautiful use of the prompt.
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And thank you, for the great prompt.
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