2010-08-01

Survival of the fittest

Glossy pages of photographs,
Thousands of words,
Drawn from the lengths of glossy lips
And their lipstick smiles.
Your features adapted
To the shape of
Skinny jeans and
The slant of stilettos,
Man-made pedestals
On which you perch precariously.
Your fragile body,
Contorted into angles
To fill the space between
You and them.

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