They shove and jostle to preen and fuss over
supremely plucked brows and lips thick
and gloopy with sticky pink gloss.
Squeals and shrieks and smiles
laden with venom as they run pointed tongues over
teeth sharp as knives,
feeding each other
compliments in various falsettos.
Slinking off like lynxes,
they tear apart the carcasses of the ones
still huddled like gazelles around the mirrors.
It's always the same.
..............
Bitches.
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