The Absence of Wavelength

Her Makeup

The girl with dim, blue eyes wore matching shadow -- looked like she was leaking. Was that the affect? Not blended well, or maybe cheap, the stuff clotted like ink -- little beads burrowed ice caps in pale, shallow pores. Hiding freckles?
Made me think -- sprinkle flakes of glitter, dance in dark strobes, hideously melt heads into permanent salt. That could be an effect? I chose not look away. In fact, I felt no fear. I felt no pity. She put herself on display, while I composed these thoughts.



I am a fan of blue
But need look no further than a mirror
For what I see as a true reflection.

I still love you because I can say it while you choose
Indifference.