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.