WarpaintA Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell
Lately it seems
that I am having a constant unconscious war underneath all of this make-up because underneath this slimy concealer are puffy eyes and chapped lips and calloused grief and this contorted ball of mourning limbs is getting gnarlier by the day and I'll never find enough concealer for this even if I went to every damn drugstore in this mousy hushed town
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Added on September 16, 2014 Last Updated on September 16, 2014 AuthorEmmy J.M. PowellAbout22 year old hag with frequent mental collapse, a mineral collection, and an addiction to reptiles “And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to.. more..Writing
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