makeup memories
she dips her makeup brush in gunpowder instead of eyeshadow
because her mother was a soldier and her father was a poet,
and nobody ever told her that always bleeding symbolism isn’t healthy,
especially when the only battles she fought
weren’t the ones her father left the family for, but
ones in her own mind that
took every thought of hers and replaced them with
ashes and burning flesh and
gunpowder instead of eyeshadow.
This poem is about:
My community