DOGS DON’T WEAR LIPSTiCK

“Dogs don’t wear lipstick.”
The slash across my mouth
Was orange like her hair.
I hadn’t thought that morning
Whilst dressing my face
That later I would be a dog.

“You look great today,”
The beads around my neck
Were creamy like my skin,
I hadn’t thought that morning
Whilst painting mt grief,
That later she would be my friend.

“i never thought you shone.”
The hair that hung down low
Was greasy like my chin,
I hadn’t thought that morning
Whilst combing it down
That later it would be so black.

“You have your father’s eyes.”
The pain inside my heart
Was pointed like her words,
I hadn’t thought that morning
Whilst sparkling them blue,
That later they would be quite dead.

Dogs don’t wear lipstick!