from The Fashion Issue

Moving along shining path,
bright tiles and lights,
swaggering on high heels
shoulders high,
flawless skin,
she posed around
Her hair flared about
her strapless shining out
fit as she darted about, on marble steps
with smiling lips
and sparkling strikes from cameras
She moved faster,
a strange light followed
Her heart leaped,
her heels squeaked, screeched and stopped
Her hands became cold;
she tossed,
Her legs uncontrolled,
she stumbled and fell
on the runway which clowns prepared
the cameras striking still
Her wig fell,
she fell with it.
Her heart followed,
her blood.