Consigned to Oblivion


You are beautiful today

with your bone straight hair

and square cut glasses


That blue shirt with balls of dust

that shine like stars


You sit with your back straight

Head high

but your eyes

even with glass covering them


Show your vacillation


They flicker and flare

for that validation

that you unknowingly beg for


Right down to the pointed toe

of your stiletto


and tapping

into the carpet


Crimson colors the bottom

heedful of your pride

that will surely be your demise someday






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