6 June 2012
It's right at the very end of her day,
A make up wipe to wash her sins away.
Layer after layer she doesn't pause,
As the make up wipe reveals all her flaws.
She wipes away at the layers of sin,
Unclogging pores and letting air in.
All that's hidden is revealed,
The natural her that peer pressure from a tender age has concealed.
Concealed, Congealed, Revealed • Opuss № I