Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

wearing off

night works her clammy
fingers into my skin,
dragging my mascara
and eyeliner down to my cheeks
the shade of my blush growing
weaker under the cold
moonlight

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: sludge

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