She turned, struck a pose, smiled.. Click click.. Gasp, awed.. Looked right then left.. A soft wave!!
Her smile, her body, cascading hair, Jimmy Choo shoes, Manish Malhotra's dress, Michael Kors clutch..
No one sees her dense eyes.. Her bruised body, her burnt legs..
Everything about her was perfect! Behind those cameras, people hooting and shouting, everyone wanted to be her, live like her, achieve like, splurge like her..
Little did they know in bloody red the carpet was where she stood today.. How the 'stars' struck her each time before a deal..
The manipulations, lies, broken promises, crushed dreams.. But who doesn't want to be successful.. At all costs. It seductively lured her into this! Success, ha!
She turned her back to the camera and walked in smiling humbly at the guards and other stares who visually molested her..
It was dark just before she could enter the hall. A silent tear rolled from her left eye, she loved this darkness and she let it embrace her for a minute. She carefully wiped the tear with her perfectly manicured index finger.. Cautious enough to not spoil the makeup that hid her scars..
She shot a syringe, threw her head back, composed herself, took a perfect stand.. Like she was about to hit the ramp. The 70mm smile was back!
She was ready for the second scene. As routine she softly mumbled to herself,"It's showtime"
Her smile, her body, cascading hair, Jimmy Choo shoes, Manish Malhotra's dress, Michael Kors clutch..
No one sees her dense eyes.. Her bruised body, her burnt legs..
Everything about her was perfect! Behind those cameras, people hooting and shouting, everyone wanted to be her, live like her, achieve like, splurge like her..
Little did they know in bloody red the carpet was where she stood today.. How the 'stars' struck her each time before a deal..
The manipulations, lies, broken promises, crushed dreams.. But who doesn't want to be successful.. At all costs. It seductively lured her into this! Success, ha!
She turned her back to the camera and walked in smiling humbly at the guards and other stares who visually molested her..
It was dark just before she could enter the hall. A silent tear rolled from her left eye, she loved this darkness and she let it embrace her for a minute. She carefully wiped the tear with her perfectly manicured index finger.. Cautious enough to not spoil the makeup that hid her scars..
She shot a syringe, threw her head back, composed herself, took a perfect stand.. Like she was about to hit the ramp. The 70mm smile was back!
She was ready for the second scene. As routine she softly mumbled to herself,"It's showtime"
Very nice..
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