The woman in the mirror finds herself
reflected by a face.
The light from the vanity glows warmly.
She begins to conceal the blemishes,
her hands applying the foundation
of what is to come – a blush
across her cheeks, a red streak
covers her lips. A line
defines the eye,
its shadow, masked by the light
which begins to flicker.
Her hands falter and her heart beats
faster. The show is about to begin.
The lights lose light
and the woman gazes
at the mirror.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
The Show
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malimlim ang mga salita. warm.
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