Poem of the night

[falconoflight]

She sits at the mirror,
pulling out pins one by one.
Her long hair cascades down her back.
She takes off her earrings,
Kerplunk! Kerplunk! Kerplunk! Kerplunk!
they plop into the dish.
her braceletsare pulled off with care,
then her rings are put onth their tand.
Hollowly she stares
at her reflection as she takes her necklaces off.
Slipping out of the dress
and standing bare,
She wonders if everyon
can she that she is broken.
Tonight is the night that
not even soothing jazz can calm.
Everything in her life seemed out of order.
From every freckle on her nose
to the hand-like bruises on her hips.
What is left of her smudged makeup
is taken off wit a few swipes.
The day is fast approaching.
Nothing is ever simple
for the Lady of the Night.