Warpaint

Warpaint

A 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

© 2014 Emmy J.M. Powell


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Emmy J.M. Powell
Emmy J.M. Powell

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