reeking of a
shellacked level of artifice
her mocking faux laugh
reminiscent of a wheezing death rattle
or old fashioned saw
it hemmed back and forth

as she nodded
almost rocking

I cringed
held my breath

her gaze
a jewelers loop appraised
my hair, my shoes,
my lack of ornamentation
her eyes glittered,
her brittle mouth a condescending grin
she dismissed me
satisfied with my commonness,
turned away

I, relieved to have nothing she wanted..exhaled.

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