Celebutante du dix-huitième siècle

I like to be inspired by words, and the word celebutant appeared on one of the top ten mashup words of this year.

Inhale, deep and sharp

In the whalebone embrace

All those petits fours, little coloured buttons

That danced on your tongue last night

Chased down by a glass of sherry

Now tug at your breath

 

The muscles on your neck scream

in agony beneath your horse hair crown,

the sweet smelling pomade, the white powder

for your lovers

 

Rouge, the mark of a fallen woman

Lingers on your lips

Like the kiss of yesterday

 

Their empty promises,

Are with you

Their touches as you waltzed

Across the mirror lit halls

 

And now you are the fallen woman,

and they can move along, to be

the husbands, brothers, fathers

they were before you.

 

Author's Note

Quite cliché, I know.

Reviews

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Rouge, the mark of a fallen woman
Lingers on your lips
Like the kiss of yesterday

I really enjoyed the line "Like the kiss of yesterday"
Amazing write, i like this.