I clothe myself
in compliments
the adoring words
of strangers
I tie back my hair
with retweets
paint my eyes
with positive press
and I am beautiful
There is one hanger
in my closet
there are no shoes
at the door
but the sunlight shimmers
upon my magnificence
and crimson hearts
trail behind me
like sequins on fire
But when
the sun is gone
it’s gone
Coyotes yip
in the distance
a barren moon
looks away
and the wind
is cold on naked flesh.
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