poem

Doris

A silent note

A shadow

A wispy silhouette

A discordant note.

Dark faced

Quietly receding

Voiceless and unheard

Frail and scrawny

She sits upright

Shifty eyes,

Liquid gaze.

Fake hair big boots

Like an animal peeping from a hole

Beauty rubbed in too deep

Traces of it on the surface

Can’t be heard unless, unless you shout.

Raw laughter

Furtive smile

Your beauty Doris

No longer shines.

It fades,

And so do you.