Masked face

Mascara screams against my lashes

                taunting me, with things only I can see

Gloss invades my lips

               whispering such tragedies to me

The shadows sway upon my brows

                laughing at my insecurities

Sullenness dances beneath my tongue

                 surveying the worlds impurities

The storm plunders my beating heart

               lacerating the innocence it retains

The placid gander escapes my face

                 only tattered anguish remains

The End

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