First I see their dresses,
Long, silky, swirling, shimmering
Under crystal chandeliers.
Their lustrous hair, so perfect.
The way the glide across the etched marble floor
A graceful dance.
I search their faces.
Their eyes catch the shining light,
Glittering like sparkling gems.
A cascade of
Chocolate diamonds,
Cerulean sapphires,
Pale emeralds.
Lips curved into identical smiles,
Painted
Rose pink,
Crimson,
Blood red.
I struggle to forget, but I see no beauty as I look closer.
See the smiles, how they don’t quite reach the eyes,
How they glance at another in distaste,
Expressing too much,
Those sly peeks.
How the clothes become a competition,
All trying to outshine the rest.
The murmuring of their skirts as they brush the floor lightly,
Like whispers.
Whispering secrets, all trailing across the ground,
Cold, bitter lies,
Veiled under
Fancy gowns.
Flawless complexions.
Fake smiles.