Domino

Who’s that girl living my life?
A unique fashion, a posed stride
Through the crowd. Eyes shielded
Behind dark lenses move side to side.

Short, sharp breaths, under layers
Of diamonds. She can’t be the one
Who has stolen my world. A thief
Who has taken a one-way ticket,
Wrapping it tightly around her finger.

Who’s that girl, where’s she from?
A phoenix birthed from secrets.
A film negative of the reflection
In the mirror that shows such poise.

Pursed lips protect her words under
Store bought ideals. Prudent strides
From past to present. An unnecessary
Chapter in a story with no beginning,
A story with no end.