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
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Pull the Trigger

Countless times
the image has played over
over and over
in your cluttered mind.
Silent
with sound
black and white
in color
violence the only stable factor.
Cringing
cowering in fear
waiting for the blows
vicious words
until suddenly you can take no more.
He never thought you meant it
he thought you would crash again
begging for forgiveness
for imagined wrongs in his perfect world.
Tiny
deadly
slipped into your hand
lending you a bravado you did not feel
you leveled the gun at his laughing face
and pulled the trigger.
August 24/15
Photo by Sofia Sforza on Unsplash