mascara

the rule is
once your mascara is on, there should be no more crying
thickly spread, lash by lash
tears are for girls, and i am a woman
gracefully girlish
womanly eyes
i stare like ice, icicle eyes
blinking too often
holding back the rush
and the sigh from wine soaked lips
red and cracked, chapped from the cold
and the forgotten kisses