wallflower.

She stands quietly in the corner
long gown flowing to the floor
as the man she wants
dances with, loves another.

She stands quietly
and waits for the right moment
to make a quick sprint for the door
to escape this
humiliation that needs to be shed
with the lavender silk
that is suffocating her
in this dark.

Quietly, it was falling apart.

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