Mabel 9.26.16 / 9.17.20
Map roads on her face.
She outlines her lips with traces of her younger years.
She thinks cigarettes are her fountain of youth and she inhales as though she’s gonna be 21 again.
She wears fake eyelashes and forceful smiles.
Hopefulness conceals her regrets.
Dark eyeshadows—to cover her mistakes.
A puff of perfume keeps her aura glowing.
The blue sky; a reflection of her beautiful eyes.
Her lipstick, red; just like the blood that slides through her veins.
Pills that are running low on battery; they don’t seem to work anymore.
But she’s still hopeful; she still has insurance, another pack of cigarettes in her bag
and the ace of hearts in her heart that keeps her hanging on.
Map roads on her face.
She outlines her lips with traces of her younger years.
She thinks cigarettes are her fountain of youth and she inhales as though she’s gonna be 21 again.
She wears fake eyelashes and forceful smiles.
Hopefulness conceals her regrets.
Dark eyeshadows—to cover her mistakes.
A puff of perfume keeps her aura glowing.
The blue sky; a reflection of her beautiful eyes.
Her lipstick, red; just like the blood that slides through her veins.
Pills that are running low on battery; they don’t seem to work anymore.
But she’s still hopeful; she still has insurance, another pack of cigarettes in her bag
and the ace of hearts in her heart that keeps her hanging on.
