I know it’s in there.
Breathing deeply, I brace myself for confrontation.
The door’s movement sets its arms flapping;
Sparkles wink at me, knowingly, from the gloom.
Crushingly expensive, deceptively flattering;
My foolishness made flesh in heavy silks;
Even my feet in finest leather boots. Dressed to impress.
Outdone, overshadowed, outshone
By peacock blue and fluttering eyes.
I know this dress will never be worn again.
It is spoiled now;
A snickering remnant.