Runny Mascara
"So what will you do without me?"
he asks,
I will become Jezzebel,
like all the other forgotten
women of romance movies,
huddle in the back alley ways of
notorious speakeasies
in a revealing red dress
and weep the soul of you
out of me
into your perfectly white kerchief,
runny mascara,
that's what.
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