Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Leopard print lycra
Stretched too tight
Over tired hips
And faded lips
Bleeding crimson
Into pursed lines

Peroxide blonde
Faded to brass
Blows like straw
In winter’s maw
Threadbare tapestry
Of make-believe

Mascara laden
Heavy lids
Too much TV
Don’t want to see
The fresh faced young
Embracing life

Another drink
Another smoke
Tears tired eyes
The mirror lies
She looks away
He loved her once