Red lips, red hair,
They always see me.
Time never valued my face.
I, never valued my time.
A corrected relationship,
We drafted a contract;
Time, he gives me gasps, jewels, feathers, blinding illumination, ridiculous laughter.
I, leave time alone.
I don’t attempt to fool him;
The lion is always fed.
When I smile they all love me, they love those red lips.
A new crowd!
A new love.
Time will not let me mother my children for long.
Our relationship; lavish and empty.
He showers me in rainbow rain, dries my skin with the spotlights.
He’ll never care to remove the stains.
My red lipstick, the true leading lady.
When I remove her from my lips, put her into bed.
I vanish until she wakes.
My lips are put back in their box, no one will ever see their burgundy bruises.
The tent is fragile,
The colours; ghastly.
Red, they sure love red.
And white, they despise it.
Red is our poison.
My lipstick is sure to run out,
My allure is already fading.
So bruised, my lips cannot harbour a shout,
My performance is no longer entertaining.