Her hardest hue to hold—
Bubblegum innocence
Now a sour  sangria,
From violated vines.

She once was dewy fern
Unfurled fronds, helical,
Harboring hope and joy,
Now, jaded with envy.

Long ago lapped lapis
With gloved-Tiffany-touch;
Today, tired and tainted
Aged and aegean .

Once a tawny tiger—
Delightful Dreamsicle—
Sunsetting sandstone o’er
Her insecurities.

NaPoWriMo prompt for May 25 — “Write a poem that begins with a line from a another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then goes elsewhere with it. This will work best if you just start with a line of poetry you remember, but without looking up the whole original poem.”