I am a deliberate coquette who never did without what I want, and I wanted to be unforgettable. I wanted to be a memory, a wound to every man arrogant enough to want me. I am the wrath of women in windows fingering shades. Ol lace curtains camouflaging despair and stretch marks. I glittered honestly delighted I am desired and allowed those especially scheming tactful suitors to experience my body and spirit. Tearing so easily blending with theirs.