(no subject)

[secret_salt]

Luxe violence of my soul
Its all been done
Its all been done before
She said for the
millionth time as she
Made her face up
A story she had told a million times
It wasn’t non fiction
But it was historical
A litany of descriptions
No one understood her like
Her brushes
Her bruises
Like roses in the garden
Of matte and powder
Worldly reds
Electric blues
She was beautiful
Smeared paint on the canvas
An abstract Michelangelo
It’s all been done before
She said to no one in particular
As she made up her face
The way that her mother
Had all those years ago
Examining her perfect skin
In the opalescent mirror
Looking for something
One could never see or hear
A cacophony of cover-ups
Moving beautiful through
Time and space
She was prettier without
All that shit on her face
.