Saturday 14 June 2014

Vanity

Top hat and tales
To tell so sweetly
She shimmers
From collar to cuff
Smoke and mirrors
Are her ammunition
Kill thirsty
Never sated
Doomed to dance
Delicate ankles
Trapped by crimson
Satin ribbons
Winding relentlessly
Toward oblivion

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