Modern-day Dorothy

She used her sunglasses like a mask, shielding the realness from escaping her pleading pupils. Her little dog resembled Toto, carried in a basket on her way to meet the wizard. Her husband, the Tin Man, his heart cold and rusted from lack of use. Her brainless Scarecrow friends wishing for wisdom, but hoping it won’t crack their botoxed foreheads. The Lion existed inside of her, begging her for courage to step off the yellow brick road, unshackle the cuffs of conformity, and dance with the Lollipop Kids.