She walks over the cracked pavement
The pupils of many sharpen to her mystic
Her beauty is registered in the sharp toss of her glossed filled hair
The world spins on its axis at the tip of her finger
Her oblivion to a barbie paralled life
Is taken away when she sees the reflection of a familiar stranger
What used to be hangs over her , resting only in memories erased away
The illusion of a leper is hidden under pink lips and rouged cheeks
Barbie wipes her face ..takes off her wig and cant turn from the truth
What used to be died with the day the disease overtook you
Title: There’s No Denying a Reflection