Sketches from the Morning Train

Preening, sighing, eyebrows drawn,
lips glazed slick, blushed cheeks
and cleavage bursting out
hoping for a glance from the prince
of her nocturnal fancies.

~~~

He celebrates
the blur of ambiguity
his disgust is painted
on his airbrushed face,
pointing to another path.

~~~

She sits inside
a version of herself,
pouring away life,
she purses her lips,
shuts her eyes tight.

 

 

 

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2 thoughts on “Sketches from the Morning Train

  1. It was such a tangible portrayal of a type of woman that I had a deja vu sensation but thinking I had already read it from you and was surprised at date1 Thanks, keep sharing your observations. Antonia Baranov

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