The air vibrates with the blaring music
and the clattering stilettos
that dominate the floor
Keep your back straight and relax
Walk as if you own the place
The mirror is your trusting companion
Blend in with the model mannequins
Peacock feathers seem to grow out of every girl's back
Brushing the lights
Trying in vain to outshine the colourful clothes
Welcome to Bershka
Comments
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amazing...
I love the imagery and the anticipation that flows through this poem. i am in love with how you said "clattering stilettos that dominate the floor" that alone is an amzing line. I also like the simplicity of the backgound, yet it makes me think neon. Excellent write(:


