Girl With Tear

 

She was having one of those bad hair days

The crystal blue eyed girl

The perfect lashes

The cultured brow

Outside the sky was the colour of slate

But the diagonal screen kept the night away

All she wanted was some square jawed Joe

To trample into her simple temple

All she ever got was schmucks

Them’s the breaks Daddy-o

Her face like some sunburned

Bloated exclamation mark

She’d been hurt so many times before

She felt discarded

Light headed

Body-less

And a single iced tear

Dribbled from the corner of her eye

But she could not speak

Could not form the words

But she could think

And she thought

All men are bastards!

 

 

Prompt: ‘Girl With Tear’ (Roy Lichtenstein)