RWP 118

Management

While Fern sat in his lap,
Marty fumbled
with her stage show bra
festooned with flat, beaded circles
like nonpareils.

She watched
in the mirror as each cup
fell from her flesh,
revealing purple bruises
and older ones fading
to magenta and turquoise.

Fern’s costume
made her;
Marty undid her.

She turned
from the glass,
from his satisfied smile
as it blurred to mist.

Built around a series of words suggested in the Read Write Poem prompt #118

My friend Gavroche went a very different route.

Management

While Fern sat in his lap,

Marty fumbled

with her stage show bra

festooned with flat, beaded circles

like nonpareils.

She watched

in the mirror as each cup

fell from her flesh,

revealing purple bruises

and older ones fading

to magenta and turquoise

splotches.

Fern’s costume

made her;

Marty undid her.

She turned

from the glass,

from his satisfied smile

as it blurred to mist.

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