Make-up

She paints her face with an experts hands.

After 2 minutes she has a perfectly blank canvas, no freckles, no pimples, no laughter lines, no frown lines. All emotions wiped clean.

Black around the windows to her soul.
"It sure does make them pop."
 But you can't see how deep they really are.

Coating her lips with red that looks like blood. So many hateful words spilled from those lips, she can still feel them. Every kiss, every word, every smile, every frown, every song, covered by the thick red paint.

She contours with a color darker then her own skin. Shading imaginary shapes on her face.
"Wow, she does look thinner, look at her cheekbones."

Looking up the mirror reveals someone pretty, not a flaw on her powdered face. Of course she doesn't look much like she did before she started her masterpiece. A daily routine, masking everything is a daily routine.








Sage