in which salespeople are proven liarsA Poem by freelancejouster
"you'll stop traffic!"
something to make you not so invisible, to cover your translucence and to coat you in color instead of the filmy paraffin that passes as your skin.
and but, as the cars speed past, your gaudy ensemble seems silly, almost like a costume, frills and glitters seems so flashy.
you're not used to flashy.
you step on the crosswalk just as the light turned red, and were crashed into with all the screeching force of an illiterate taxi.
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