Perfectly Perfect

Perfectly coiffed
lips ruby red
eyes
lined
winter blue contacts
linen crisp
all heads turn
watching
walk
confidence
how
where
is it taught
or
is she born with it?
Exuding
men
women
fall beneath her spell
gazed upon
utterly captivated
if only for a moment.
Standing 
hidden behind column
weary
eyes stained crimson
setting sun
black tar welling
sucking 
dragging her down
even as she wove a spell.
Wiping clean
staring
watery blue
her real color
pallid
yellow
her real tones
corset
hiding her flaws.
Towering tall
haunted by perfection
never doubt
the depth
of her affection.
©Feb. 7/21
Picture via Pinterest

Rending

Locked in my mind
vicious voice
rending my soul
my belief
in self.
Denouncing the strength
the knowledge
riding over affirmations
burying them in the cemetary dark.
I am lost
I am tired
I am afraid
to look down this road once more.
My knees shatter
I offer up beseechment
leave me alone this time
I won’t fight the next.
Thick mimosia
clinging
wrapping
entangling
knock me from my feet
blood flows
tears collapse
as I shudder beneath.
You silly bitch
hissing voices scream
you have no control 
you have no ability
to rid yourself of me.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
July 18/18