• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 08

Dressed To Kill

The first time we met
I found you so beautiful
a purring perfection
as unsullied
and unspoiled
as nature intended
serious and soulful.

The next time
you were dressed to kill
stiff and starched
in formal frills and fripperies
with dyed hair
and your beauty hidden
by heavy make up.

And now this time
you’re ready to party
dressed to kill another bird
one attracted to elaborate jewels
and rich attire.

Not me though
not me.