Red Lipstick.

i.

Her lips stained with red lipstick, her thighs covered in lace, eyeliner thick.
She sat at her make-up table & thought about how she was dismissed with disgust.
She was never meant to fade into he background, to be forgotten again after she had finally been discovered.
She was too significant, too passionate, too beautiful.
Did she not realize who she was?
She will not be ignored, she will not allow herself to cease to exist, she fought too hard to be here, to simply be acknowledged.
She had waited long enough.
So, she stood up, put her black heels on & with nothing but her matching lingerie, she walked back into her own life.

ii.

It was like walking into the familiar but unknown, basked in the feeling of deja vu but she knew better. She had been here before.
She felt things, touched corners of herself she had long forgotten.
Felt the expected yet intoxicating levels of pleasure & power that came with it and knew she was ready.
She was ready to take her place as queen.