Damaged herself, didn’t she?
Inked lines and broken strings
Tattooed bruises of useless regret
Half-notes in ashes
Makeovers, hangovers caught in the Web
All’s fair in love
Save the girl judged
The inferiority complex,
Sleeping her way to the top
Strumming for the slumming
A porcelain mask for the flash
No shamed red hibiscus
For the coiled proboscis
Butterfly lashes arouse
Inspired herself, didn’t she?
Photo prompt from Magpie Tales
