The Writing of Amanda Hatton

Monthly Archives: May 2012

She wears perfume to bed

And stares at her reflection,

Her de-makeuped face.

She pokes and prods adding flesh here removing it there.

Trying to see the goodness anyone might see.
 

She wears perfume to bed

So maybe in her dreams

She can be the princess she’s always wanted to be.

Maybe she won’t wake up

As just another nobody

again.

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