Mean Girls
glide through rooms diaphanous surfaces slipping through fingers breezes hatch storms brutality lurks beneath flawless skin pretty legs strut platform shoes stamp out hearts eyes command the sun lashes twinkle soft edges a mirage perfectly pouting mouths hide deception hollow words woven onto tongues tumble effortlessly luminous vanquishing More from Susan: Books to read for 2021: Things My Mother Left Behind by Susan Richardson (Potter’s Grove Press) with “Leaves” from the book
Fevers of the Mind 
the world is full of mean girls. You captured their essence so beautifully. Thank you for sharing.
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This is really great at what it is.
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“hollow words . . . tumble effortlessly” reminds us that mean people are hollow on the inside. Excellent poem!
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