She puts on her makeup for no one.
She hides.
Her thick disguise masks her from the world.
Generic smile
Genuine deceit.
She is a rain puddle,
Shallow to the naked eye,
Until your jeans are soaked to the knee.
Brushes swirled across her cheeks,
Already rosy,
Held by a rigor-mortis grip.
Learning the hard way
Swiping shadows across her lids.
Thicker and thicker.
Darker more defined.
Killing herself more and more
with each stroke.
For every picture of every kiss
She stares with milky eyes
Into the glass virtual image.
Change of brush – change of pace.
Colors dance
Grays and browns and golds marry.
But her eyes bleed black.
She looks up, taking in a long breath
Of recycled air.
All her makeup on the counter
Along with her tears.
Her dreams; her lashes
She plucked off one by one
Her shadows on a paper towel.
She dipped the brush into the water.
“Maybe tomorrow”
She said,
“We’ll paint a prettier picture.”
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