Take a cloth
and slide it across my skin
would my makeup bleed
like watercolor?
Dripping like
vulnerability
from my lashes
where I can't look
you in the eyes.
Would it paint
my skin with
charcoal hues like soot
blowing, bleeding
ghosts of
my many faces
hiding
beneath -
like unwanted
art?
What hearts would
hold my face
so painted Gray?
A grooved stain
of knowing
that cannot seem
to smooth.
