Writer’s Write January Prompt
Rouge your cheeks
curl your hair, wear something like all of the other women wear
so much better than you.
Ask them where they found that dress, got their nails done
and learned to be so much more than you.
How can they be so much more attractive
put together so much more stylishly than you
even on their worst day?
He asked me, begged me, wheedled at me about it
So I tried and tried to be something better than me
sexier then me
so much more than me.
Until it came to me, in a flash-
what suit I would bury him in.
I wonder if he will agree.
But I won’t care.
Because nobody can dress a corpse
better than me, more stylishly than me