See how they shine,

hair sprayed and polished,

lips glossed,

sequinned gowns shimmering

like sapphire stardust

to march their sparkling eyes.

But I wonder,

if you peel them 

like the ripe fruit they seem,

will you find

lusciousness inside

or only dry flesh

and a dusty kernel,

no stars or sapphires,

only dust that’s lost its glitter.

That’s when you’ll know

it was all just art.


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