KeziaHaynes
Black rimmed eyes laden heavy with liner.
Porcelain skin draped in scarlet silky nothings.
Stiletto heels scraping high to the sky.
Trappings of her life, no longer hers.
A trick and a tease to make those ends meet.
Another stage, another hotel, another stranger in the night.
Nights turn into days.
Days turn into life.
I am not her.
But now she is me.
Soul forever invaded by
the trappings of her life, no longer hers.