Friday, 4 November 2016

' h i d e   y o u r   f a c e
s o   t h e   w o r l d   w i l l   n e v e r
f i n d   y o u . '

No one knows her. No one sees her. A raven veil cloaked her being. Shrouded in mystery through the curtain of night. She strides in, nose high and back arched. Her smile small and bare. Unknown to the world without her crimson face. As she always intended.

She dips a thin paintbrush into blood, droplets fall to the floor. With flicks of her wrist, she carves her skin. The bristles scratching her cheeks but bares it nevertheless. Cuts deep, but the scars will fade. She notes when the rouge finally dries. Still, she stands. Better painted red like her lovers than black without gain.

She chose her mask. The false face she wears for the world. Without it, she is nothing.

This is why we wear masks. Without, what are we?

M A S K   :   ColourPop Ultra Matte Lip in Rooch   ( r e v i e w e d )
S H A W L   :   Raudhah Collection

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This was a week too late.

I blame University and general lethargy. Which I also blame for lack of posts, and a boring Halloween despite last year's relatively ambitious month. That said, I still wanted to post something that was Halloween-ish at least once. This was the outcome.

Happy (belated) Halloween.