City of Angels
A light for each fallen star
The glowing
Always growing
The image of life captured in cheap rays
Tumultuous neon
We’ve forgotten the sun
What a shame
Our existences
petty feuds
aspirations
fumbled efforts at fame
Pathetic humans
Trying to prove we’re gods
What a sham
poster idols
Painted glass portraits of perfection
One-dimensional fail
With crumbling edges
Hairline fractures already beginning to show
Spackle on the cover up and hide
battered eyes and jaded glow
Painted dollface illusions
Swept from shattered patterns off the floor
Glued in crooked facsimiles
Revealed by paparazzi’s press
The camera sees everything.
Chrystal Berche is a writer, photographer and artist living in Iowa. When she isn’t writing she’s taking pictures, or curled up with a good book and a kitty on her lap.
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