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
digging
and tapping
into the carpet
Crimson colors the bottom
heedful of your pride
that will surely be your demise someday
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