by MungoParkIII
You caught the bitter downward turn of life and lips. Great read! (thermometer set to glowing by my personal default)
"as she dipped her eyeliner brush
and swirled it above her face
in a wistful parasail ballet"
A well crafted, solid poem. Excellent imagery (such as the lines above) and a finely honed metaphor.
I can't fault this
One of those excellent ones that deserves to be reread. The imagery here is complex and sets the imagination running.