bedaub

crass red blush
wipes across my face
and it's clay that stays upon it,
i came here for a reason,

but, i see that i've been confusing myself
with someone else again
and that this is not my place
any longer.

it's too late to argue with them,
though,
and thrust upon the tablet,
i will have no say
in whatever they will.


sequin shackles scratch my face
and tumbled upon their alter,

my name is akin to nothing, now.

Author's Note

bedaub: to smear all over; soil or to ornament gaudily or excessively.

Reviews

[Tim Lion]

Eh, women are prettier without all that stuff on anyway.

You're too pretty for such thoughts; inside and out.
Whoever helped you to feel this way should have bamboo wedges hammered into the spaces betwixt their teeth. :)

As for the writing: beautifully executed.
Fresh word choices.
pleasantly Strange nuances.
deeply engaging tone.

felt it.
loved it.

cheers!
RG

[Mockingbird]

seems like an internal battle between someone who once was and is transforming to someone else through change, experience, or just growing up. the metaphors are fantastic. by the way, i think this piece of work is so creative and innovative. something i can come back to til i reach waldosia. this is so original!

[Quinn Blackburn]

Excellent wordcrafting! I'm really enjoying these and they make a wonderful collection.

[LoopyLoo]

This is quite cool. :-)