Description(Her)


Neon-lighted daydreams
and green
(envy?)
papers rolled into flowers
decorate your hair.
Your blood red
nails/claws
scratch along a blackboard.
(your voice)
And sun-spoiled skin
stretches across your face
as you fake a
smile.
I see through you
right in to you,
through your blue eyeshadow
and rouge.
And lifeless eyes
peer
out into the shadows,
brown mudholes
searching for the excitement
you pretend you long for.
But butterfly eyelashes
cannot replace
what you lack
in your soul.