Effie Yalena Steyn
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
maybe just short of hugging girl.
Simpering and slitting throats
Competition dying and never ever crying
And dodging the inevitable
And outdoing the meritable
with a carefully crafted
laughingly omniscient and
Yeah, world, she's smiling at me again.
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