made up

I'd like my fingertips to be flushed in colour
each time I rub my palms against my face
there could be streaks of war paint
a muddied rainbow stuck to my hand
glitters and chrome lipstick smeared on my wedding band
Kissing a curtain I'd redecorate my house
hugging a wall
thinking sad thoughts, crying down my blouse
sprinkling blush with every little wink
mopping mascara on the floor
when I feign a faint
after wetting my face over the sink
and maybe I'd like someone to ring the bell
hopping over to open the door
colours in my wake
a broken kabuki mask that lays in waste
smiling in hues under track marks and streaks
sloppy contouring of happy days
caked in shimmering bronzer labeled midnight rays