My masks are stained

by Skyfire   Jul 15, 2021

Take a cloth
and slide it across my skin
would my makeup bleed
like watercolor?
Dripping like
from my lashes
where I can't look
you in the eyes.

Would it paint
my skin with
charcoal hues like soot
blowing, bleeding
ghosts of
my many faces
beneath -
like unwanted

What hearts would
hold my face
so painted Gray?
A grooved stain
of knowing
that cannot seem
to smooth.


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