Dressing for a concert

Too hot tonight for the

Sexy new dress

Glad it’s dark

No one will see the over-washed one

High heel snaps off

From new boots

Clump around in old flats

That make my five-foot frame

Look fat

Oh, man, mirror mirror

Vengeful glass, unnamed

My hair’s frizzily untamed

Face, body, saggy, baggy

Anxiety arrhythmia, skipping beats

Where are my best earrings?

Oh, yeah, don’t own any

Plastic evil-eyes must do

Completing tonight’s

Looking glass portrait

Longingly remembering the other one

Tucked away in the attic

The one getting younger

Every day

While I, the flesh and blood reality


Oscar, you created it backwards

Aging is the true horror…


© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Oscar Wilde



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