The Girl Called Catrin Poem by Effie Yalena Steyn

Have you seen Catrin on that Vogue page lately?
She's the after,
the finished product,
the red cloak unmasked mirrored
gasp hold my heart thank the lord
flick a heel do a twirl
hugging,
no,
maybe just short of hugging girl.

Interesting anecdotes
Simpering and slitting throats
Competition dying and never ever crying
And dodging the inevitable
And outdoing the meritable
with a carefully crafted
stupidly intelligent
laughingly omniscient and
flirty?
smile.
Yeah, world, she's smiling at me again.