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Make Up, Make Believe

by Omi Salavea

Make Up Make Believe
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I can't stop crying
I look like a mascara disaster
But some of that blue-black
laying under my eyes is only
the endless hours of blotting-paper tears
and the benefits of a diet called insomnia
outweigh buying new eyeshadow
My nose rubbed raw with tissue til tissue runs out
Foundation and blush doesn't cover up sniffling and sobbing
clammy cheeks
17 and 20 fashionable bracelets deck arms
covered in hives and hesitation marks
unkept hair's already a hairdo in style

Ancient Roman Women, in grievance, used to rub the ashes of the dead or temple ash upon their faces,
bruise their lips with biting, mourning, and beetle blood.

In modern times, all we can be is Mary Kay nightmares, Lancome Ghosts, Clinique Corpses.
All made up, all make up, all used up empty like a chapstick.

02/01/2005

Posted on 02/02/2005
Copyright © 2024 Omi Salavea

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/27/06 at 09:13 PM

This is awesome. I think that the meat could be added, but honestly, I'd leave it. The imagery is great, I love the connotation. I've never read your stuff before but I'm glad I'd found it.

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