A word- friendship
What comes to mind?
A glass of wine and a cigarette
Phrases spoken in hushed voices
Side glances and fingers over lips.
They always say that love is a game
If it is, I’m not the one playing.
I play with pencil skirts and tight dresses
Mascara coated lies and eyeliner tones
Whoever has the prettiest mouth wins,
The only way to keep the game going.
New stories leave them dead by association
With plastic painted dolls
And coloured lips still asking
Dazzling white teeth
Sharpened to a point
To tear apart demons
To run rampant through reputations.
A word and a world
Much too complex to dissect
When bonds and breakage coexist
In a never ending whirlwind
Of chaos and glamour.