Miss Rose

It smelled like a sweet, sugary flower; it felt like a thick, sparkly paste; it tasted like warm, sweet plastic; it was a shimmery orange color; I wore it all the time.

I can remember
Not so long ago
When I stood there
In my own sorrow
That sweet synthetic scent
That sugary gloss
Staining my withered lips

And I was there
My lids a midnight color
An angry black eye-shadow
Botched on heavily
Like an accursed disease
I was meek and careless
I was a freshmen

That feeling-- oh
That beautiful feeling
At first I was in love
I was infatuated
I was happy
But then I was open
Open to getting hurt

Soon I was petrified
Thrown off balance
By the awful events
That bad luck bestowed upon me
An instant hysteria
That was almost unbearable
And by far unnerving

Then I remember
I was torn apart
I felt crushed
By the doings of others
With vicious tears
Staining my flushed cheeks
Things couldn't have been worse

From sadness came scorn
An angry beast
Festering within me
Only when it exploded from me
Did I lose my sense of well-being
Every feeling that was crushed
Turned to a morbid sense of hate

In the end I fell numb
And there I stood
My raccoon eyes widened
My mouth agape
My body stiffened
My lips caked with Lanc�me Paris gloss
And it's flavor:

Miss Rose 56

Author's Note

Just the smell of that gloss shot memories right through my brain at high speeds O_O It was spooky...

Reviews

[Wildecat]

The imagery and emotions were well displayed in this fine poem. Well done.