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
I love the rhymes here. The Hibiscus proboscis pair and the strumming slumming gave added strength here.. a lady of talent loosing herself methinks.
ReplyDeleteTattooed bruises of useless regret; half-notes in ashes.
ReplyDeleteI loved this phrase in particular - so telling...
A sharp, innovative response to the prompt...
ReplyDeleteGotta fo with the flow , sister ( moulin rouge)
ReplyDeleteI love how you bookended this with the questions.
ReplyDeleteInteresting flow of words..a bruised and tattered soul I think.
ReplyDeleteSleeping her way to the top
Strumming for the slumming
damaged and inspired...wow
ReplyDeleteInteresting take on the prompt...I like how you weaved in some music and flowers along with the damage...
ReplyDeleteOuch. You made me see her, but I wouldn't wanna be her.
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Oh the regrets of a life than can make poetry. Brilliant write Maria. :-)
ReplyDeletebrief brush that becomes a story or a challenge. Enjoyed this.
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