The Curse of Eye Shadow

August 7, 2009
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The boy can hardly help it
Pores begin to enlarge
Microscopic dribbles of pungent sweat trickle through the open holes
Pupils grow blacker
Like a wild dog
On a chase with a squirrel in autumn

Tongue of red starts to swell
Releasing streams of saliva warmed to a broil
His breath, oh his precious breath
Takes the opportune moment to release
Without so much as a warning

Her plumped glossed lips
With the intrigue of a pink and red fiery moisture
The separated lashes gently kiss her tweezed brows
With swipes of black mascara
And sparks of glitter

Pinks cascading her cheeks keep her blushing all of her days
And silk small eyelids
Caked with purples and browns
Make even the sunsets grow envious

The intense glow of green
Rests in a circular pool
Hugging her pupils
Begging to be recognized

Highlights of white and gold
Frame her tender scalp
Tied together
With a single blue ribbon

Bliss to her face
Though poison to him
It’s the curse
That has many turned dead





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Dokidoki-rin This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 10, 2009 at 7:20 pm
Woah, this is really intense. I had to read this over several times because the language is just so fantastic. "even the sunsets grow envious." is amazing. :)
 
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