Confidence

Kohl in unsteady steady hand.
Leaning forwards towards me and
rolling her eyes towards the ceiling
goes about the business of concealing
who she really is inside,
and makes a real effort to hide.
I lie - and her,
she applies more eyeliner,
in a Quantesque gothic glam-rock hybrid
sweeping across her half closed lid
with a Winehouseish swish,
She shuts her eyes and makes a wish.

The Mirror