she threw away her black
she stopped using eye cream
her eyebrows went untweezed
her eyelashes uncurled
she cut her fingernails short and
didn’t wear polish
she didn’t have her teeth whitened
or her hair dyed
she shunned tattoos and piercings
and cat eye makeup
she disappeared into translucence
thumbing her nose at the cliff
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5 thoughts on “Her Skin Fits Like a Glove”
ha. good for her…being who she wanted to be in the end…at least hopefully she is…and not just to spite the cliff…you know…smiles…
A good capture, nicely penned.
ZouxZoux had fallen off my radar. Glad you like the Crow poem so I had a reason to remember to come back and follow your blog.
I’m happy you found me again, Brother Mark. However, I’m in a prolonged dry spell complicated by not giving a damn. Ha! *smiles*