mild celebrity

[Bunx]

She thought she was the epitome of cosmopolitan...

She painted her nails red
while listening to the gay disco hits,
a martini glass on a coaster made of cork. sets the subject of the poem, like the fine detail of the environment

Plucked and tweezed and oiled and waxed
to a cocoa-butter tanned perfection.good exposure to the "pain of beauty?" perhaps the contradiction that is there no beauty without pain. anyways, great foreshawdowing

A distant in the past man had purchased her,
had stayed away while the bandages were present
then later tucked her arm through his to show
that he owned this beautiful creature.are you trying to give the perspective of the man on the subject.
He wanted to inspire jealousy and awe,
but all he received were telling looks
and an underlying sympathy for her.Makes the male seem more human, good detail

So, she was discarded roughly and without mercy,
shrugged off like an outgrown skin.
She twittered, birdlike for a while,
it never really did sink in.

She continued with her ritual maintenance
so practised she was, at worshipping herself
with a blank-faced, smooth-lined stare.this ladies seems scary

Sanity slowly slipped from her minds grasp,
she had a tattoo, delighted in the small pleasure
of the pain. A copied version of a un-glossy picture
in a magazine filled to the brim with d-list personalities.

She longed for a d-list life.
Like a religion she studied the form of her contemporaries
inwardly seething at those who she deemed to 'have it all.'

Her scars had faded years ago,
although the mascara build-up on her lashes
could have filled a bucket full of lost dreams.great balance of ideas, scars and make up
She lurched, in an ever downward spiral
from successful man to moderate man to loser.

She kept her fingernails red.
She still bought the magazines.

She twitched and floundered like
a several minutes out of water fish.
Then, one day, she realised and accepted
what it was that she was meant to be,
she put on her fake jewellery,
knowing of the fact that it was representative of her fake life.

She bought a bottle of vodka a day and gave in.my life story

I think this reads alot like free verse poetry. I like it because you give a full picture of the subject. As far as the theme of this poem I came up with the nature of attraction or seduction? I am not sure though. Loved the poem anyways! thanks for the read. it was almost like a well described short story

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i think the nature of pain and pleasure perhaps?