Peggy Sue
She came by way of lust and lies, a homespun small-town girl aborted from the womb of childhood, left to herself on the cold icy floors of dysfunction and Air Force bases. She was an only child; one of the many mistakes the universe would make when no joy would be found in their home. Black roses announced the arrival of innocence as she lay across a bosom of resentment, suckling on the bitter fountain of regret. Shackled forever by a maniacal umbilical cord that would demand a lifetime of toll, for one disappointing trip down an acrid birth canal. She hardened over the years, like the black dirt that stained her bare country feet. She was a fighter, a survivor, strong and determined but her Achilles heel beat behind a paper-thin wall of self-preservation. A tender heart, starved for love, would lead her on a journey that had no happy endings. The scars of misfortune would mar her for decades, red and swollen under layers and layers of impotent grace. Peggy Sue brooded miles away, while Penny sat down to lunch.
She came by way of lust and lies, a homespun small-town girl aborted from the womb of childhood, left to herself on the cold icy floors of dysfunction and Air Force bases. She was an only child; one of the many mistakes the universe would make when no joy would be found in their home. Black roses announced the arrival of innocence as she lay across a bosom of resentment, suckling on the bitter fountain of regret. Shackled forever by a maniacal umbilical cord that would demand a lifetime of toll, for one disappointing trip down an acrid birth canal. She hardened over the years, like the black dirt that stained her bare country feet. She was a fighter, a survivor, strong and determined but her Achilles heel beat behind a paper-thin wall of self-preservation. A tender heart, starved for love, would lead her on a journey that had no happy endings. The scars of misfortune would mar her for decades, red and swollen under layers and layers of impotent grace. Peggy Sue brooded miles away, while Penny sat down to lunch.
She came by way of lust and lies, a homespun small-town girl aborted from the womb of childhood, left to herself on the cold icy floors of dysfunction and Air Force bases. She was an only child; one of the many mistakes the universe would make when no joy would be found in their home. Black roses announced the arrival of innocence as she lay across a bosom of resentment, suckling on the bitter fountain of regret. Shackled forever by a maniacal umbilical cord that would demand a lifetime of toll, for one disappointing trip down an acrid birth canal. She hardened over the years, like the black dirt that stained her bare country feet. She was a fighter, a survivor, strong and determined but her Achilles heel beat behind a paper-thin wall of self-preservation. A tender heart, starved for love, would lead her on a journey that had no happy endings. The scars of misfortune would mar her for decades, red and swollen under layers and layers of impotent grace. Peggy Sue brooded miles away, while Penny sat down to lunch.
The second chapter of the Penny Lane series.