On the other side of the glass her ghostly face peers back,
Her face, pale and shining,
Lips in a thin slash,
Eyes, dark and lost.
Who is she?
I paint her lips red and full,
Her eyes unblinking I circle in black,
China red roses I dust on her cheeks.
Coloured in, trapped in glass, is she real now?
A painted smile forced on her face,
Pale creamy skin streaked with black, I wipe her face off and start over.
Solidified, she is ready to face the world now.