Lippgloss On The Mirror
She was undercover not intending to be found out or caught but they grabbed her as she left a frentic note
Seldom is the pain of life intended just to fade
eye have died a thousand hours everytime my memory
brings back the lipgloss words etched in the eye of mirror bane the struggle was not noticed in the hurry of the day the barking dog the walking tom the stray the laundered hay the green green grass in bags upon the lawn filled with red red ants to cover arms of men on trash trucks making livings dumping lawns into the jaws of empty trucks. How she made it home where eye hope she never leaves again is what novels and some poems being read consisting of the missives read.
She worried me the scrawling hurried messages upon the glassy surfaces glossy and thick like blood dripping like a joke. Some detective eye would be all hurt and torn apart no way to find the heroine today.
Message message on the wall who is the scariest of them all mirror mirror bring her home to find me.
There was lipgloss on the mirror.
