A shatter of glitter Breaks over her eyes When she looks in the mirror:
Swathes of pink Speckled by silver circles Matched by the anxious glittering Of the waterfall That is her earrings.
It's her last glance To hold the spectre Of herself Until she explodes With the other girls; Prim and dainty.
Context: Wrote this in response to a prompt on the HelloPoetry community group chat. Please check out Caroline Shank's beautiful response as well. If you would like to join the group chat, please message me. :)