Matte Pissed
She’s a thrown compact
shattering a vase;
She is the flower
that is still standing;
Perfect matte lipstick;
Targeted wall,
it cannot hide;
A foaming pout,
feminine rage;
Fire flashes;
Estrogen,
no factor;
You’re rude,
now she’s
pissed.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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