Party Girl - Nevaeh M. Castro

The floors covered in confetti;

glitter in my hair 

no longer shimmering.

Where do I go? 

Haunt the walls till I 

excite you again. My 

femininity is the greatest

strip tease. 

 

I pick my nails 

till they bleed. 

Like the wallpaper 

at my feet. 

Your party girl, 

whose life was always 

meant to be seen. 

So why don’t you look at me?