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.”