Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
meysaPoems
I feel less volatile less awake. I've been biting my lip livid. Wearing my own blood as lipstick, tears as mascara. Whilst solidarity whispers dark words into my ears. Meanwhile, the crowds they tell tales of how pretty I look.
0
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 9:03 AM UTC
toska
I feel less volatile less awake. I've been biting my lip livid. Wearing my own blood as lipstick, tears as mascara. Whilst solidarity whispers dark words into my ears. Meanwhile, the crowds they tell tales of how pretty I look.
- please see the definition of toska, as no single word in the English dictionary has the ability to encompass the depth of the word
#toska#ennui#makeup#tales
Written by
meysa
London
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 9:03 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem