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.