Cheap Mascara Days

 

Heavy eyelids close beneath tired lashes

Black kohl smudges mark the day's ruins

The wavering scent of a rich perfume-

Lings in the nostrils- burning her senses

Her hands too heavy to turn a page. Dreaming

In the light of day- she slipped away

Back in the classroom, the children jeer

But she is enclosed within her fear

Her box is dark and her box is cold. She

Smells the memory of the story once told

Keep her safe, hold her close

And catch her tears

 

Save the little girl from the

premonition of her future years

Author's Note

i wrote this when i was about 14. be kind