Getting Ready For School

Updated: Mar 11

A felt tip marker isn’t only for drawing

it glides on the tiny bumps, the follicles

that form on my lash line, filling,

every, single, piece, of skin

I used to do just pure liquid

black as the night sky out of

the window, as the sun was not yet out

when I screwed the bottle open

and painted tiny flicks on the outer corners

and thought my eyes were more beautiful

than my entire face

Even when the flakes came off and dried

on my foundation. My face

I could fix, with just water

with just a little bit more liner

and with a kiss on the mirror



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