Velvet

she walked across the room, her footsteps reverberating from the checkered tile
arrogance fills the empty air to its brim
puts a positive spin on the bleak, the unwanted, the dead
marble columns regulate the allowance of her appearance
and the ironic thing is that she's almost too much to take in at once
the mid-length polka dotted dress cuts her in half
radiance spills from her open wound's expression
theater is the purest art form
aside from ballet of course
but absolutely
without a doubt
no avocados
I'm allergic

- by Riley