Melted MascaraA Poem by Alpristhe sunlight doesn't seem to hurt so much anymore / my straining retinas are dams for melted-mascara dyed dribbles / they make good belts, they do / they whip me back into shape / and hold back the bulge / bound to piss weak rivers on parched cheeks / but i'm not a slave to emotion / i was not built to love / and love was never built to love me / it can't hold me upright like an easel for tangible splashes of feel / it can only strip my paint and peel me like a banana / sweet and exposed and dying under exposure / indeed, the sunlight doesn't hurt anymore / before it used to cast cold pearls on hot slippery passion / sizzled in delight; but there is no oil to tease now / my heart has lost its lubrication / over the wear and tear of her unmasked hands / so she will slice me up / i am diced to imperfection / just the way my closeted mother served me / on a scruffy paper plate / that's why i burn so easily and quickly / i was born a wrinkled ugly bloody wonder and that's the way i'll die / damaged and curling under her heated glaze i'm not afraid of the rain anymore / it washes away evidence / of the melted-mascara dyed dribble and replaces it with the will to carry on / my skin has had it's drink but for god's sake / come home before I lose my f*****g mind
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Added on June 13, 2012Last Updated on June 13, 2012 AuthorAlprisAuckland, New ZealandAboutHere is a reference to my artistry - a painting of myself and Myra Hindley: At the point of acquaintance , I generally go by Alpris; a name given to me by someone I don't know, let alone the in.. more..Writing
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