Eyelash Glittering
Turned up the brush and liquid black drips around thistles of synthetic fibers; Jet Black; Black Cat; meowing to her own reflection. Tidy bits here and there but mostly disheveled. Two round dumplings of immense proportions droop to ensure her satisfaction of outwardly appearance. Cowardly behind her image she gathers loosely clumping entanglements into swirls of tornadoes to befit her rigid angles. Languid and beguiled, her teeth chatter against temperatures for Snow Foxes. Even chill could not turn the tides to bring fabric to her ankles; horrid atrocities of former females will never stop at her corner. Breeze by and bring way to flesh and pink; dotting her undergarments dotting her i’s; forgetting to pursue the crossing of t’s.
White blurs foaming night wind breezing up her chiffon; clattering heels guide her way to lighted pathways of unsuspecting dangers. Men crouch in the bushes waiting to grasp; they wait longer as she passes. Mother moonlight turns a dial in her favor; owls appear to be disenchanted night watchmen. Blurred with glaucoma, never seeing it coming. Anticipation of undulation; wavelengths to form immense gaps in her space time continuum.
Break.
Lofty perch does the bird waver from, sifting her sand through the hourglass into approaching terror. A gloved hand slides through her legs, detaching the beauty from the world, keeping her days numbered. Die young, preserve your lush; giving you over to the eager ones. Gasp girl; grasp out; finding it easy to count to one, two, three. End. Time is swift when earnestness is clear.
