The Wordsmiths Book 2021

My Room is Lana Del Rey

Red cherry lips kiss this room, A cool can of Coca-Cola hisses on the white Ikea table beside where I lay, Sugar free. Blue denim sits on the white cotton sheets of this bed, And a newly purchased book rests within my sight begging to be read. A horde of unsentimental things are thrown to the floor, Sand drenched doc martens on the carpet, After being hauled through a crowded beach, Sunglasses painted by fingertips are sat on top of my white laced bra. My bed -

A picturesque disaster. This room is a prison. Slowly closing in, But in a Lana Del Rey type of way.

Gaëlle Nicolau

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