# Untitled 43 (Fitting Room)

by ThisIsShe|Mags



Distance can be detrimental,

dressed in decisions with no luxury to tailor.

My words are meant to cut –

Prick things once left blunt.

Are you still telling truths

Or do you need

another fitting?

Couture to contour your plight?

Don’t downsize

my power.

It is not to be sampled –

grown through seams.

Glowing in the midst

of beach-born brevity.

(so smooth)

My words.

They are true to sight,

Measuring ready-made memories.

I cast shadows on silhouettes –

Slim fit.

The plus-side

of worn suiches


organza laced re-collections

altered to fit

one season.

Cash or credit?