Bright colors of red and pink
the frills, lace, and trains
high shrieks of giddy girls
jumping up and down
in bare feet, trying on tiaras
exchanging ideas
through cloth doors
unable to control their breathing
thick haze of hairspray
pins, a needle and thread
last minute alterations
nothing but shivers,
rapid heartbeats and satisfaction
full-bodied in pure snow
from her veiled head
past her corseted waist
to her flowery pedicured feet--
she stares at her royal reflection
with her bouquet in hand.
I guess this is goodbye
