Sunday, 18 January 2009


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

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