I love dolling up.
Twirling to music as I smack my lip stain,
the red seeping into the cracks.
It’s going to be such a fun night.
The mirror swallows me whole—
split in two: girl and ghost.
The pearls at my throat are tight-lipped,
they gleam like teeth— waiting.
Perfume pools in the hollows of my collarbone,
sweet rot, sugared decay.
My heels click against the tiles—
Tonight, I will shine.
—I will vanish.
s.g
xo,
Sheridan Guerrette
The Official Poetry Collection of WSS
