Painted nails
Smeared lips a stained red
Cover girl
Attempting to hide
Dress pulled down
A little too tight
High heels spiked
Lost in wave of hashtags
Meaningless compliments
She poses
Strangers gawk and keep clicking her buttons
She washes down the attention with a flat off-brand
soda
At least someone loves her
Even if she doesn’t
At least for the night.
© Elizabeth Daniel
Excerpt from the book Depths of The Soul
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About the Author
From a very young age, Elizabeth knew she was meant to be a writer. Around 8 or so, she started with little poems inside birthday cards. As years went by, poetry became her safe haven in a world full of chaos and beauty. Through written words, she found her voice. A voice according to doctors, she was never supposed to have. Today at 34, she still re- reads those poems from the early days. Now housed on her bookshelf in old binders.
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