Under Glass

They styled my hair, painted makeup,
arrayed me in a crystal box.
I pretended to sleep, but
I was listening – yes,
I heard you. With that
mouth, you’d kiss me?
I can break
myself
out.

(an attempt at a nonet, kind of, maybe. JUST KIDDING APPARENTLY IT IS FINE)

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