It’s 5am.
The alarm goes off.
Initial thoughts:
Life is tough.
First things first—
Put on the mask.
Look in the mirror:
“You simply can’t.”
Open the bag,
Grab the concealer.
Dab it on—
Here and there.
Next, the brush.
The foundation’s a must.
It is the centerpiece
of the coverup.
Blush will hide
the ache inside.
Lashes make
the sad eyes bright.
Lipstick stains
the invisible smile.
A sparkle shadow—
they’ll never know.
Disappear
into the mirror.
Repeat tomorrow.
You’re in the clear.
About the Creator
Kahsia Solaire
My writing is an extension of my love for God and all of creation.
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