she wears a light pink, airy dress with taupe peep-toes
a light grey wrap covers her shoulders.
to bed she wears a peachy night gown that clings to her like a corset.
it has lacy accents and ties in the back.
on her wedding day, her hair was done in loose spirals. tiny flowers were carefully placed in the strands. her porcelain skin looked like a china doll's, her eyes looked almost black against it. her eyebrows were so perfectly sculpted. she couldn't be real.
no wonder he left the Plain Jane for her.
the Plain Jane is in a black dress, one shoulder, still pretty, but she's looking a little frumpy, washed out.
her legs are clunky-looking in those black pumps.
her sweater is more practical, chunky and drab.
I'm wondering how it would feel to be the other woman,
graciously ignoring the way I took him from her,
and turning toward the wind so my hair blew in the breeze like I myself was a dream.
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