Killer Queen

After a bumpy ride in my box,
I find stared at me with her wide astonished eyes,
She feels my cold hard edges,
I am held up to the light,
She contemplates my gleaming transparent ombre,
Transitioning from red to clear,
She takes off my golden lid and gives me a quick spray,
Her face filled with high satisfaction,
She intends to save me for special occasions only,
And so here I sit on the bathroom table displayed,
Waiting for my next spray.