Addicted to her sultry glance

That haunt the billboards

She stalks the streets day and night.

She plays the aristocrat.

In oversized frames and acid wash jeans.

To a mob of to be- canvases.

She laughs with a nasal overtone.

Courtesy of plastic knives.

But that's the trend.

She's the ultimate muse.


But the words in the tabloids? Corsetted black and white dresses.

Tightening her breath. What a treacherous asphyxiation.