She buys her clothes from Top Shop –
still wears a Size Six –
secretly fears her biological time bomb,
with its silent tocks and ticks.
Through layers of make-up,
and Prozac and gin,
she hides her true self -
duly deposits her life in the bin.
Well, it’s not like she’s lived it
for two years or more.
She’s living by "their" rules now, after all –
not her own –
and she knows the score.
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