Vanity
VANITY
Where’s my lipstick?
once pert breasts sag beneath
the hospital gown
Where’s my lipstick?
color runs into the rivulets
of wrinkles in the upper lip
Where’s my lipstick?
coloring outside the lines
she resembles a clown instead
of the beauty she once was
Where’s my lipstick?
pleading eyes beg that all
will be well
hand shakes as she reaches
for her daughter
where’s my lipstick?
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