MEEWEE WATSON / RUNAWAY
CREATIVE DIRECTION, PHOTOGRAPHY AND STYLING FOR MY PUBLICATION ‘HOLY SHIT’
In pointed silver shoes, she flees, her heart a knot,
Her gown, her true love, her only thought.
Down alleyways she dashes, away from the Lords gaze,
To launder her sorrow in soap-scented haze.
At the lake’s edge, she whispers a plea,
God, tell him, I love the dress and not he.
Runaway
A. Watson