gem

they're pearls.

shiny

glass vases

filled

with

ground stars

and

antique jewlery

composed of curves

blinding

reflecting sunlight

crushed inside

a dull

shell

that protects

but disguises

their

beauty

a swift kick to the mouth.

a *crunch*.

now, rubies.

glittering liquid

trickles

streams

down

the

crisp

incisions

on your

chin

slight sparks

strands of

pink

luminous filaments

white dust

that sparkles

now

revealed

nothing can murder your prettiness.