Painted Face

You think you mask it well.

The hurt.

But it pierces right through you.

Like a spear.

Red wine stains on your dress.

You rinse,

You wipe,

But your face,

It’s still painted with fear.

Reviews

[Brett Hernan]

Strong and powerfully evocative in its thrifty use of language and its length. A perfect encapsulation of the moments of momentous sentiment.
I like it.

[S. S. Allen]

Thank you :)