Poetry
Sleeping Beauty
The respirator clicks constantly
Beating its monotonous melody.
Each raising her chest
And letting it sag again.
She has been napping
For forty seasons.
Yet, her beauty never
Wanes in these 720 minute days.
Her crème skin
Is tinged yellowish brown.
A touch of pink colors her lips.
Hueing a face framed in ebony.
You wait for your prince
Clad all in white
To come rescue you
From your eternal slumber.
Too bad there’s only me.
Wearing blue poly-cotton blend.
My kiss may not wake you.
Oh, well maybe the fairytale will continue.
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