An ocean of greens and blues stain
her gold face that's illuminated underneath
fluorescent light bulbs. Bleach brightens each
hair strand, and hairspray sticks to her
burnt scalp. Pink gloss glides across her lips,
and fades to a black and purple hue.
She bites her nails down to the cuticle,
so she gets plastic replacements.
Diamonds, that make good lies
and they cover her hands and drip
around her neck. But those pearls,
sit in the bottom of her dresser drawer.
Real like her mother’s homemade apple pie.
