Padded Beauty

It must be the lensed eyes,
Or the lightened teeth –
Oh it could be lashes you pick from your shirt;
But she’s got the beauty of a doll.

Ah – it’s not the silicon beneath
It must be the warmth of the remnant, remember?
So take a step forward, another back – swing with care.
You’ve got the cutest in the hall.

Do not wake with the dawn.
Pick out the Peruvian strands from the pillow.
Bask in the fragrance she'd left behind.
Then go on to see her next post on Snapchat.

© Jude Ifeme


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