chanel and camel 99's

She smelt of antique channel and moth balls and old forgotten things...
Her smile thick with deep crevasses...wisdom written on Her face.
In her hand a wet white cloth she waves back and forth as though surrendering...
though she's been here for 78 years there's a freshness about Her...
Vulgar and sweet...lipstick smeared and vodka kisses can't explain her...they define her in the vaguest sense I suppose.
Is she afraid of the limelight it seems so obvious she's hiding or is she waiting...waiting for him like a princess...forgotten in the highest tower...chanel and camel 99's...her two favorite things...her crutches on which she'll forever lean. Love her and she remains. Forget her and all that is nostalgia loses it's grip on the mind...and we forget as she forgets to be...to simply be so broken.