Bracelets

Ribbons laced on with glittery promises

Pasting bonds on flesh in order to blend in

Letters of a title in which is hollowed plastic

Price tags sticking on the edges of braids

Ripping sounds of fabricable years itch on the skin

Letting them cry as another replaces them

Past traditions burned by ghosts taking styles and rebranding them as models

Ribbons the sole foundation of purity

Lace turning those pearls into tears

Passion projects turned into betrayl