When Catwalks are Barbed


Shopping and lunch date taken for granted
Recharge with a coffee and up again for round two

I’m pretending my muscles don’t burn
I’m pretending my watch isn’t ticking to seizure o’clock

I’m dressing for comfort not glamour
Fabrics that mould to the sofa when I need to crash out

“Let’s go for cocktails or go out for a meal”
I’m pretending I’m alert hiding my yawn in my (jersey) sleeve

Getting ready exhausts me before the taxi is called
A migraine in the distance promising presence before it arrives

Heel ache times by twenty for Cinderella brained belles
Nights out spoiled by memories of week long recoveries made

Eyeliner eyes glaze through eyelash extensions
Weighing heavy on lids already worn and strained

Dancing for me is a gladiator battle
My chosen cloth light as I’m already weighed down

Patterns of clothing mixed with bright flashing bulbs
Send my brain waves to seizures looking drunken and strange

Pyjamas now; not classic shapes and flattering cut
What fabrics hurt least?
Designs that will never see sun

When fashion becomes function

Fun becomes draining

Designs are abrasive

Where catwalks are barbed

Comments

  1. Unknown22 December 2021 at 13:20

    Recognise this myself going out with younger bro and his mates. Trying to stay awake lol

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  2. Unknown22 December 2021 at 13:25

    "Pretending my watch isn't ticking to seizure o clock'
    Love it!

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