Stilletoed Status

She stilettoed on the ramp

into the hearts of the captive audience

as they watched her body sway to the music,

every move of hers critically observed

as she let the designer’s garment fit, flow and flood

the stage walking smiling to none and all.

Walking the winding ways of the ramp

everyday, I strut, I sway, I swirl

to the music of life -

sometimes soft, sometimes loud,

I know I am watched

by eyes that only know to painfully stare,

that know no care,

I walk high amidst clouds of smoke

that fill my bottomless pit of arrogance,

my stilettos tapping on the hollow stage of life,

every sound of my shoes only soar me high

into the realms of a illusionary world

I despise yet prize.

I hear the sound of emptiness emanate

from the plethora of a hypocritical existence

yet I carry on, catering to the whims of the world

my self lost in the bareness of unholy desire,

my soul bruised by lifeless passions set afire.

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