A horror of stretched skin

Masses crowding into the room
Bickering of days long past,
White gloves stretching
As a man looks at their faces aghast.

The smell of alcohol mixed with cosmetics
A punch of blood tainting the air,
The crowd continue to mutter
Their bodies falling in despair.

Jittering glances become caught
Mirrors snaring their prey,
A room of woman denying reality
Bodies refusing to decay.


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