the Girl in the Dress

short poem about a wealthy party girl

Naivety drenched in golden sparkles;
her hands across pianos, waiting.
She is the center of this party.
She is the epitome of amazing.

Glitter up and down her dress.
She is golden nothingness.
She has worked her way up
only to slide back down.
Her scars tell the story
of a million dollar fallen crown.

Author's Note

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