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

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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