That glam feel!

This is for anandosen's, Raut-Caught contest


Broken shards of glass glued
Formed into dynamic shoes;

That make heels bleed all over the catwalk
The red carpet, her dancefloor.

She crafts dangerous glances towards the journalists,
Concerning them of the bind that shes in.

But she looks so damn good!
When she bites her lip,

Restraining the calling screams.
But the pain is worth the feeling,

So damn glamourous to be here.
Replacing the model before her,

Who broke out in A pimple. Oh no!
And she was the only one who could fit,

Into the size zero tunic
Plus her ribs sticked out in all the right directions: 

For the papparazzi to love her!
And the way she walks, though if she was an inch shorter

She'd be excruciatingly over weight
And not let in through security.

Now after her little head bob
She turns around and heads for the exit.

So gracefully avoiding slipping on her own blood
And to never grace those floors again.