with her deep orange tan
and puffy collagen lips-
face confined by botulism
No one knows what she thinks
as she passes by
or converses
because her mouth hardly moves.
Her hair, blonde coated and gray
like golden straw gone bad.
Married to an old rich man-
and soon her lips will pop,
her skin will crack,
and the dye will fade.
Her captor will die
leaving her withered and alone.
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