Her smile crackles and pops as she stretches the leather mask into a smile.
You don't know me.
She says in high lyrical notes.
I'm a mystery.
Though she never moves her pink frosted lips. I'm your friend,
she lies when she does.
How long had she hated me I wondered. When did she turn? Why didn't I know that every word I said to her were lead bullets she carefully pocketed for later use?
I was fascinated by her shiny, sparkly webs that I unwittingly flew into, not knowing they were all around me.
She feigns shock when one by one those around me begin to hurl lead bullets in my direction. I duck and weave but the target is apparent.
She shakes her head and clucks her tongue. The gold nylon tendrils of her hair swing from each glue plug.
she says, they're just jealous! Look at my new tatoo!
She bares her forty-six year old back. The angry red and blue pattern peaks over the top of her cutoffs.
Her cell phone rings. She winks a frosted blue crepe eyelid at me and leaves to distribute more bullets.
elaboration on my poem "Stardust"