Follow by Elizabeth Diane Daniel


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


At least someone loves her

Even if she doesn’t

At least for the night.


© Elizabeth Daniel

Depths of the Soul

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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