girls. girls.

✗girls at war✗

with bubblegum lipsticks and pastel skirts,
they posed for pictures and smiled as bright
as the flashing camera but, was it always the
same behind closed doors?

the hallways are a battlefield of painted nails
that leave scratches of insecurity down
your spine; the wounds take forever to
heal as they get sprinkled with catfights.

they braid secrets into each other's hair
and laugh with a mouthful of sarcasm.
the length of their heels increases;
the sweetness of their candy hearts erodes
to form a kingdom of heartless card games.

they play ruthless games of love and toss
around snippets of conversations into
gossiping zones of fiery lips.

here, wars are fought with lipstick smiles
and venom-laced tongues clubbed with
thundering glares.
with pretty smiles, they try to tear
each other down but, be 'best friends'
at the same time.

the backstabbing begins the second her
face turns to face the hallway as the
girls behind in the queue lean down
to hurl cutting words that her slice
her heart when she hears the whispers
following her like a ghost from the past,
only more hideous.

she giggles as colour flushes over her cheeks
and hold hands with the boy she knew her
best friend fancied; just to show her who
was the "better" one.

they sign their names with little hearts
dotting the cursive letters and on the same
day, spew bitter lies about their friends as
hatred trickles down the entire hallway's
lips.

friendship seemed more like war;
the candies in their hands seemed
more like bloodstained swords.