cheap makeup covered
the purple marks of his "masculinity"
forced upon her in the hours of
coal, coldness and blame.
before it got too much,
I saw her stand on her tiptoes
and dissolve into the night sky,
into the night gutters,
into the night cries,
of pills, diets and mutters.
and right as the moon
swallowed her whole,
only to spit her out onto
guilt soaked mornings;
she survived.