Heels stab the stage like switchblades,

dollar bills rain in my guilt parade.

I twirl for the wolves, paint on a grin,

but their hungry eyes chew me from within.

Spotlight’s a lie—burns hotter than hell,

every shimmy’s a prayer I don’t know how to spell.

Momma said “baby, don’t let ’em see the seams,”

so I swallow the scream with the glitter,

strip off the dream in the back-room mirrors,

still hear the clap track drumming in my sleep—

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Spotlights bloom like roses on my skin,

I pirouette through heartbreak in sequined skin.

They clap for the crash, never the burn within;

I curtain-call love, then strike the lights again.

Midnight mascara runs rivers on the mirror,

Each droplet a city that swallowed a sincere tear.

I tape the cracks with glitter, smile like champagne,

Bow to the dark—tomorrow’s another refrain.