Mascara

Livor
through choice

I layer
to hide

The tears
opaque
I enjoy

and you wonder wheres the pain

Alive
Without cause
or reason

and I lick on

A martyr
behind the lies

Prettier in liquid
easier to obscure
fools views

This is me
omitting you

Dolly

She's sitting on black stair
With lonely
no curls in hair

She's pulling at dolly
Subverting the pain
her body broken

No more than a frame
Hiding in shadows
avoiding ice fingers and shame

A fragile head
made out of glass
filling with excuses
the reasons for red

Praying for a hero
someone to see past

She prays harder each night
with questions of why

Eyes shut tight

Dreaming of justice

Her hand twisting the knife