Beyond the Glass (My Nightmare)
The image,
the nightmare.
The one staring back
beyond the glass.
Scrutinized
from every angle,
any fold or
dimpled ass
that must be hidden
from the lens.
Airbrushed out
of existence,
like the wrinkle
of yesterday's smile.
We want the dolly,
the zero, who
consumes food
via snorting.
The pains
of maintaining
Beautiful.
The cold black coffees
and packets of
cigarettes
at the bottom of
hotel beds.
This hellish city blurs
highs and lows.
Beyond the glass,
the dregs
from last night's
mojitos
sink into the carpet
joining stains
from other hopefuls.
Stale parties past
mingle in
Pine Scented Air.
Natural blonde,
chestnut, mocha-
beyond the glass,
the image,
the silence
screams.
By Beckie
© 2008 Beckie
(All rights reserved)
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