The Deep-Down Dark
I draw my smiles with Sharpie
And avoid hand sanitizer.
Its bitter taste-
Cleansing-
Healing-
Burns the facade I’ve built.
I’ve painted my confidence
Across the boarded windows of my body.
I wear my sensuality
Like the makeup smeared on my cheeks:
As armor.
The sun’s shadow masks my flaws
But as you turn out the lights
You find them all again
With the sweep of your fingertips.
12/6/17
Copyright © Carissa Marie | Year Posted 2017
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