"Lipstick, or tears?"
I asked myself; my body shivering
with an icy kind of anger.
The answer was as clear as
"Him or me?"
I reached for deep red lipstick.
"Seduction".
On my lips
spread a gothic shade
of my life value.
It read "fuck you, asshole"
and contained elephantine amounts
of "you don't deserve me", "I'm worth more than this", and even some ego.
I believe it is my favourite lipstick, dear. Thank you.
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Bethany Louise Rose
2015
