Hourglass

Eyes fall over her hourglass as she walks by

causing hips to catch a glimpse

of what it must feel like to be

but a grain of sand from her figure of time.

Five million grains of moments in an hour.

Each one its own.

Eyebrows paint projections

of what beauty should be.

Each stroke of the brow,

Kardashian's Fleek.

Kim quotes possibilites

of what shadow brushes capture.

Insecurities flaunt flaws through thin skinned

blushed cheeks, duck-lips and

selfies.

Maybe she just wants to shine.

Maybe she just wants to celebrate her beauty.

Maybe she wants to hide;

and maybe, just maybe

she is tired of choosing of

whom to compare.

She snares stares from

hourglass

admiring

eyes.