Scott Garcia
Between two desk is a ring of silver
WIth no shine nor metallic reflective beauty
Stuck in place with webs all over stained dust
Blink few too many times before my beauty ring is gone
From the first few seconds of losing track
Free falling down until the ring collapsed
Tears in the rings eye shine to my glimpse side eye
Looking away in disgust hiding the disguise
So do wonder if my beauty ring comes back
And so does much more colder
In a flick of second hope
No longer silver, metal, but transformed to gold
115 words
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