final fitting

bright colors of red and pink

the frills, lace and trains

high shrieks of giddy girls

jumping up and down

and exchanging ideas

through cloth doors

unable to control their breathing

thick haze of hairspray

pins, a needle and thread

last minute alterations

she’s nothing but shivers,

rapid heartbeats and satisfaction

full-bodied in pure snow

from her veiled head

past her corseted waist

to her flowery pedicured feet¾

she stares at her royal reflection

with her bouquet in hand,

her eyes glowing.

I guess this is goodbye

By: R. Hayes (Latrice)

the mess we made

the stars glisten
through the fog
as I listen
to the sound
of the walls
falling down
around me
the fire burns
so much is lost
and the waves crash
wind swirl
knocking down the essence
of what we could be
who said things
would be perfect
but who said things
would be so hard
pushing and pulling
through the rubble
scrapping and clawing
through the mess we made
trying to find humanity
the love
we shoved
out of existence
is lost forever
as the war continues between us
we fight
we pray
and prey
and kill
for everyone's sake
but our own
when will we come together
and make peace
and leave everyone else
alone

By: R. Hayes (Latrice)