"I really like your eye make-up," my cousin says, leaning close, with no sense of irony in her voice.
"It's a black eye," I say.
"So it is," she turns away.
my beauty regiment.
black eyeliner.
sleep.
cry.
rub with back of hand.
black eyeliner.
repeat.
I am sorry this post was so sad bastard.
M says:
Negative plus negative equals a bigger negative.