Kaleidoscope

A con artist scurries

In white shadows

Fickle grooves she casts

In sequences



Imprinted by vainglory

Swift she fleets

Veiled with scars that

Were sequin rich


She spoke of ideologies

Subdued by violet myths

Exuding colorful flavors

Of classic deception



Her tattoos spelled

the wistful vowels of sin

Vexed by the onslaught

Of egregious inceptions