Her Make Up
She wears her make up
Like her wears her life
Stretching over her face
Make up she is afraid to go without
Piled up, dried up and caked out
With
Stains of yesterweek’s tears
Stains of yesterday’s blows
Stains of yesterhour’s sins
Stains that have piled, dried up and caked out
Blemishes so thick
They have become her skin
Stretching over the reality
Blemishes she is afraid to let go
Piled up, dried up and caked out
With
The taste of the bitterness in the lipstick
The image of the pain in the mascara
The feel of the sting in the blush
Blemishes that have piled, dried up and caked out
She has given in
To the blood-soaked injustice
Where screams and terror taint the air
So faint, so slow
Afraid to let go
She has let go
To the suffering wakes
Where distasteful anguish fills the heavens
So empty, so hallows
Afraid to let go
She has fallen
To the dark shadows
Where silence and darkness reigns
So tired, so weary
Afraid to let go
She has surrendered
To the cold abyss
Where insecurity and coldness rules
So anxious, so fearful
Afraid to let go
Another day of hiding
Another day of braving
Another day of enduring
Another day of pretending
Another day of concealing
Another day of suffocating
Another day of condemnation
Another day of conviction
Another day of quarantine
Another day of being afraid
Afraid to let go
@ 2011 Sandra A. Mushi
