Brilliant cherry reds
Scattered like stars across the tile floor.
Their sheen is alluring -
A bright dollar store sparkle;
A candied shimmer to disguise triviality.
All it takes is a jagged nail
To scratch away the lie,
Thinly veiled by a coat of paint and acrylic.
"A person's true colors will always show in time,"
Or so the saying goes.
The deceit is lovely.
It carries an aromatic falsehood
With promises of
truth,
gentleness,
and beauty,
All pretending to glimmer in your plastic ruby eyes.
I gladly welcome critiques. Thanks!
