over gleaming gems, shimmering crystals and pure gold
my lips imprinted on perfumed cigars in red like a tasteless kiss &
a long scar, not on my ivory smooth skin but
far below where dreams were nursed in a door-less cage.
And above, all promises tattooed on my ribs, my collarbones &
the handsome hollow at the bottom of my neck.
I learned how to stride with a graceful elegance even in my
heavy furs, and the hard diamonds hugging my thin figure, creating
dents and bruises as they dig deeper, more forcefully into my flesh
As I master the red lipstick smile, plastered like a bandage that
cannot heal but suffocates instead.
And the coats and the golds and the diamonds are just what they are:
trinkets, flaking and peeling, trying to hide all the mess inside
the gold rubs off, the smoke hurts and the pretending is agonizing and
I am too tired to pretend any longer.