Her Moissanite

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Her Moissanite



A brilliant smile with sparkling teeth
Hairspray has hardened her curls
They are immovable, glistening, like her eyes
which shimmer
Teardrops trail like diamonds
She turns


Her mother’s lips are painted rubies
They stretch into a crimson curve


It’s time.


Her skirts float around her
like glittering foam as she moves


She likes him like she likes the comfort of her bed
His warm and earthy presence
His steady gaze
And isn’t that enough?
She looks at her phone, at the picture of the previous one
grinning up at her with hematite-grey eyes
and sighs


Her love is
not a diamond after all, but still as hard as moissanite
Less costly but almost as strong
With just as many facets


She knows this is better.


Diamonds are a marketing ploy to prey on the romantics – 
Bought in blood that stains their shine


They are not so rare after all.



Farrago's magazine cover - Edition One 2024


It’s 2012 and you have just opened Tumblr. A photo pops up of MGMT in skinny jeans, teashade sunglasses and mismatching blazers that are reminiscent of carpets and ‘60s curtains. Alexa Chung and Alex Turner have just broken up. His love letter has been leaked and Tumblr is raving about it—”my mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it.” Poetry at its peak: romance is alive.

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