The Perennial Blusher

She's at it again
Her blush never ceases
Waiting to fall into pieces
Asking people to fleece her
Con her
Ridicule her
While they smile
She misinterprets
Wantedly or unwantedly
Knowingly or unknowingly
Always willingly
A compliment is all it takes
And you have her under your thumb
She will never lash out
Easily frightened creature
with the silence of a billboard
She will always make space
For you
and for a hundred fat women
Until she has no space left
She is squished
She holds her breath
You say she is lovely
She blushes
She disintegrates.