LOVE Poem: Slip Dress, by Danielle Talley

I slipped out of depression,
letting it cascade down my body,
slow and deliberate.
It felt good against my skin—
familiar, like a memory I’d buried.
The color was deep red,
bloodied and raw once exposed to air,
a perfect complement to my toasted almond complexion.
It fit me perfectly,
clinging to the curves of my disillusions,
dragging along the ground, heavy with regret.
I turned heads without trying—
always have.
But this presence, this facade,
shapeshifted me into something unreal,
a walking contradiction of my own truth.
“You’re glowing.”
“You’re stunning.”
Compliments rained down on me all night,
each one layering the illusion.
Now I’m home,
staring into a mirror that refuses to lie.
Naked. Vulnerable.
The truth puddles at my feet.
Glamour is a spell,
a quiet kind of magic
that lets me deceive the world…
and myself.

-Slip Dress

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