She Is, She Was

She's fluttering lashes and flamingo pink sashes,
of hipbone and lipstick and pucker.

She's buildings of pride that's crumbling inside,
a wall of doubt dunked in glitter.

She's sun in the winter,
a solid in flicker,
a day dragged through the night.

Of collarbones and fingers,
a scent too short to linger,
she runs like a jay in flight.

A smile of fiction,
with near to no conviction,
she's slowly burning away.

She was glittering lashes and flamingo pink sashes
of hipbones and lipstick and pucker.

But now she's died both out and inside,
Her wall will forever wither.