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

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