Gloria

She heaves in doubt The emptiness in her gaze Lets her hair down Not full enough She sighs Tresses tossed aside Much like inner beauty The agony of imperfection A grand deception What shapes her? God or society Testosterone was Afterall, a divine idea Leaving Gloria behind Searching for a magic mirror Longing for utopia In a barren marital land Her stalker lurking "Is she crazy?" Bedazzled beyond repair Much ado about Small details "Picture perfect", he sighs Love and obsession A blurry line Hubby walks in A heartless peck The pangs of lovelessness "Can we have some fries, honey?" Gloria,the temple Body or soul, she wonders Earthly goddess to one French fry factory to another.