A violence of lipstick
On Siamese twins, joined at the head.
Staring forever into the eyes
Of someone I don't trust to love me,
Breathing second-hand air,
I wish that I never was there.
Who needs a mirror
When you've got yourself right in your face?
I have four arms to choose from
And two hearts that beat in illiterate syncopation,
Yet never a thought to console me,
Or a whispered word that doesn't steal my life.
A lipstick of violence
On Siamese twins joined at the head,
Separated now by a knife,
A part of me died and I don't know why,
My view is unhindered but all that I see
Is missing something essential that used to be me.