JUST ANOTHER DAY
by Josephine Wu 4L
She double checks the jewelled mirror,
coats her lips with another layer of
Moulin Rouge lipstick.
Purses them, smiles the words,
A responsive voice, enveloped in ponderous puffs
of cigarette smog.
The cameraman yells “3,2,1 … You’re on!’
She smiles sweetly and starts.
Now a screen with visual images.
Her words stream out, smooth.
Violently, plates start shaking, quaking
Bricks, houses, walls tumble, crumble,
crushing towards the ground
into minute pieces of diabolic dust.
Eyes. Dimmed and obscured.
Desperate howls frantically fill the air.
Acquiescence. Images come together,
as if the last note was played in a symphony.
She flips her dazzling hair, and takes
out the mirror again.
Soulless lips speak,
“Lovely”, but she thinks, “What a tough workday for me.”
Her perfectly pedicured feet move,
prancing like a pony
straight down the stairs
and out into city.
She has a party to attend in ten minutes.