fractal

All work and no play leaves her a rancid girl. She acts out, lacerations and bruises left on inappropriate skin, spots you just can't seem to hide behind high collars and ohhh does that smart when you sit down. Next morning's smeared eyeliner tells as many tales as the lipstick legends from the last night. Chipped polished hands picking through purses and jacket pockets, looking about for stockings that didn't make it through the night.

Five inch heels, seamed stockings, straps and stitches made up my holiday shopping this year. It seems my little house is in the spirit as well, the bramble bushes just outside have bloomed on their own accord, I returned home one evening to discover them littered with disembodied Barbie heads, smiling their vacant little smiles at me. Pretty little girls and their pretty little plastic.