Pipay in her plaid pekpek short pants crossed the V.Luna, to get to the other side, of course. She felt the soft chill from the December breeze against her wavy hair. She walked with hips and arms swaying with a pink plastic bag held at the end.
The jeep screeched swerving slightly avoiding her. It almost hit a motorcycle on the right. Braking powers saved the day. Two drivers were stunned.
“Punyeta! Para ka kasing model kung maglakad.”
Pipay without a scratch reached the other side. She never felt so beautiful in her entire life.
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LINE CUTS
Line cuts
a heart
without meaning
in between
like trimming
a rose bush
posing
as a bouquet.
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There’s a lot of wannabes out there. I wannabe a parody.
