Mascara (poetry)

a mascara stained,
white pillow case
-all thats left,
of last nights grieving
like black bruises
smudged on pale skin...
for i become the emotions,
they carry me weary
to the place (far off)
where nightmares,
and realistically fake smiles,
merge, sinking deeper
into the sadness,
of my shadow.

previously published in livywright September 2001