Handle This
I painted my eyes for you today
Coal black raccoon smears from lid to brow
and back again
A motivational mourning of all the soggy apologies
for your absence
The mirror seemed seasick. .
shaky as I shyly stared into the eyes
of a little girl who doesn't know
how to love what you've become
What i have become
The clock on the wall clangs like a register closing
a final sale
I watch it regurgitate the minutes
and hours wasted in the pride of being your sunset
Your heir
You kept blowing out my light, til all that was left
were the ashes
I blink again as the mirror steadies
My spirit turned black as the the make-up running down in rivers against
my adult child cheeks
I can handle this