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makeup memories


she dips her makeup brush in gunpowder instead of eyeshadow

 

because her mother was a soldier and her father was a poet,

 

and nobody ever told her that always bleeding symbolism isn’t healthy,

 

especially when the only battles she fought

 

weren’t the ones her father left the family for, but

 

ones in her own mind that

 

took every thought of hers and replaced them with

 

ashes and burning flesh and

 

gunpowder instead of eyeshadow.

 
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