Plastic are the smiles,
Of Designers.
Of the size-two dresses,
That are slipping down shoulders.
Down to the ground.
That is stomped on,
With makeup.
Oozing false identities.
Scratching at the mirror with fake claws.
Clumps of mascara in eyelashes:
Blinded,
White film of hazy dancing lights.
Glitter eating away at the raw lips,
Of plastic smiles.