Concealer

[Rhiannon]

she studies the reflection closely
and despises what stares back
The magic bag unzips
and the transformation begins.
Translucent loose powder
covers, hides, conceals
every imperfection as the
crimson rouge smears
color and life upon the sunken
cheekbones that protrude
from thin, snow-white skin
and the black brush glides
over her brittle lashes
leaving behind a trail of
deep and long definition,
painting a sparkle
in her sad baby blues as
glistening cherry red
seductively shimmers on
pencil-thin lips in attempt
to draw attention away
from the hurt;
powder covers the face once again
And as she walks out the door,
she stops, pauses, hesitates to
look in the mirror at a face she
doesn't recognize.
The magic works,
and she likes what she sees

 

[x eNiGmA kiD x]

your words are so pained but cleaverly put together. the way you described this made me feel the words flowing like a lifelike form, images flashed in my head... it was like watching a scene from a movie... my life was being read for a moment there...
[ 02 April 2002: Message edited by: x eNiGmA kiD x ]