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one,
two,
buckle my shoe.
three,
four,
primp some more.
five,
six,
apply lipstick.
seven,
eight,
posture straight
nine,
ten,
do it over again.
one hour to get ready,
two earrings in my ears,
three layers of hair to curl,
four bracelets on my wrist,
five mirror checks to be sure,
i am dressed for success.
nothing less, than my best.
reapply the eyeliner wing that refuses to match its sister,
repaint the nail polish that is chipped,
recurl the piece of hair that lays flat instead of spiraling,
readjust my shirt so that just enough cleavage is showing.
i am dressed for success
nothing less, than my best.
eyes
are always
watching,
waiting for me to
f
a
l
l
from the pedestal that they placed me on
sometimes, i wish i could jump,
but i fear the splatter on the pavement.
i fear the uncontrolled chaos of the fall.
"sienna," mom calls from downstairs.
"you're going to be late!"
always late.
always late.
always fashionably late.
YOU ARE READING
Needle and Thread
Teen FictionThe Outcast. The Jock. The Perfectionist. The Rebel. Four stories. One thread, holding them together. / TEEN FICTION / POETRY / ROMANCE / Cover by @Abyss-of-crazy First Draft Highest Ranking #26 in Poetry
