Her Blue Dress was Her weapon.
Her war broke hearts
changed minds
stole dignity.
Her Blue Dress felt bad.
that the soldiers fell so easily
they couldn't see through the mirage
Her weapons required their eyes.
what idiots.
She stood with her shoulders back
Her Blue Dress flowing
proud, finally.
at night Her Blue Dress remained on.
a comfort
Her Blue Dress was her character
and She was going method.
Her Blue Dress was made of some soft blend.
but was stronger than any metal
but at what point does Her Blue Dress become Her?
and She want to stop that?
She would sometimes wonder.
if the dress came off
what would be left
and would it be Her?
YOU ARE READING
Her Blue Dress: A Collection (Watty's 2019 Winner)
PoetryA collection of poems, cover by: @itsmarrosee || I am the fray at the end of the yarn, cut from the new blanket, before it becomes a gift.
