She’s “ohmygod” beautiful with

her styles and glam.

I’m blinded by those enviable,

superficial rhinestones

she plasters: everywhere.

She’s deadly and poison lipgloss’d and lovely.

She’s the one who makes hoards of friends

in one choreographed (ready, set, action!)

flirty conversation.

She knows exactly what she wants.

and she isn’t afraid to reach out,

slowly, steady fingering her goal…

Then—snatch!

With one blink of her (obviously fake)

and twice-over mascara’d lashes.

It’s hers.

No one can resist her.

She has a- diamonds and pearls frame of mind.

Everyone’s loves her, yet waits in the depths

of impending doom,

hoping her social collapsing

will come (too) soon.

Oh,

you, you pretty

ugly clichéd thing.

You want the life of your mother,

her alcohol and fancy, crystal stemmed glasses

filled with pearls (oyster’s and your

own imperfections) and champagne.

You try and reach out, just for a little touch,

just for a few seconds to run your fingers across it,

and it shatters into 7,666 pieces since none of it is

substantial or true enough to even handle

the slightest touch of reality.

And then came her collapsing.

She made her move,

He seemed into it.

Letter, mailed, stamped

And approved, sent in the mail

And returned to sender.

He gave her him(self) and

She failed to deliver (poor little

child that could’ve been…

Returned to sender: god.)

Now she’s 54,

Society’s now shuffling her

To make her exit…

the “out of sight, out of mind”

Door, making room for the next

Pearl-Minded Prima Donnas....

Life went faster than she ever

Woulda thought.

So she says,

“Quit spinning your lovely webs

&listen to what the old women say…”

Now don’t you ever get too near to those

Poison pearls and the cursed champagne,

Because the broken glass (truth) will get

In your eyes and you’ll always,

always be disappointed.

--her fake eyelashes and earthly glam

strewn on the floor,

as she makes her way out of life’s final door,

waving hello to the children she never had (a chance)

they wipe her tears with their embryo hands,

'we always loved you,

pearly-eyed prima donna.

so next time (there is none) don’t let your life

waste away.'--

oh my god beautiful,

what have you done?