Fidelity Is Fashion

Stay on your pedestal, or be flung to the cobblestone...

Alice dear,
Your Mother painfully threw me
Upon seeing your vanity mirror
After I had painted it over.
Ochres swept scarlet taboo forms,
And admiring my fresh masterpiece,
You laughed,
How you laughed!
Overwhelmed by such novelty,
Screams of protest high,
As She flung me to the cobblestone.

My Alice,
Your Father banished me promptly
Upon seeing your vanity mirror
After I had painted it over.
Brushstrokes built swirling damnation,
An gazing upon my new masterpiece,
You laughed,
You wept,
Distraught by conflicting worlds,
Bittersweet tears traced,
As He evicted me from your sight.

Oh, Alice,
I crept in your bedroom window
And saw your moonlit vanity
No longer painted over,
Chipped away.
Smudges replaced by familiar shadows,
Intaglios of imbroglios,
Just beyond the glass.
And you, turned away from the frame,
You wept,
How you wept.
Willingly restored to repressive Reflections,
To mirror just Mirrors.
No want apparent,
As I silently left your sobbing figure.

Author's Note

Please ignore any grammar/spelling errors.

Reviews

[Nader!!]

wow that was very well written...i love how it tells a story
Nice job! :]

[Brandon Lee]

Nicely done. i would comment more, but it is almost five a.m. here. If I should say at least, you taught me two new words this morning, two which I had to look up to figure out lol. Can you guess which ones? they rhyme. :P

-Brandon