she wears
a pink dress
to hide
her petulant
d a r k n e s s
turbulently staring
as if she’d been living
the dream and was now
anxiously grasping for
b r e a t h
when she finds out
about reality
she starts
walking the walk—
those platform
s h o e s
the ones that
so very
silently
hurt her
slim
a n k l e s
towering
over his thoughts,
pink-stained,
so very
badly
e n c l o s e d
In the yet to be
unmasked
confines
of his
i m a g i n a t i o n
LannaZee 