found a pair of discarded panties

violet lace and floral pattern

sheer and splayed

contorted against pitted asphalt and rock salt

i don’t know how they found their way there but

it’s been two weeks and

they haven’t moved

that first morning they

caught my attention

bright clear morning and warm

out near that dumpster

which i found amusing if

not somewhat appropriate

later that week it rained

and I made stupid jokes to myself about whether I ever

got a girl as soaked as these were

when the temperature dropped

I returned at night to find

the panties frozen in place


milky-white frost like

a solid sheet of cum

captured in trashy elegance

delicate lace suspended

feeble fibers turned rigid

etched flowers decaying

deprived of the once warm flesh which

they had bloomed from

so eagerly

ripped from the garden



fated to wilt

to decompose and rise as compost

straying so far from the sun

from a loving hand

from soft skin and



to the slums and out-of-sight places

all petals whither

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