Three Word Wednesday prompt:
brutal * sullen * trust
Before A Mirror, Darkly
Swathed in a swirl
of sullen introspection
she paints her mouth
with scarlet lipstick,
a cruel,
brutal slash
that could never be mistaken
for anything other than red,
smacks her lips
as women do.
She holds
her secrets close,
trusts no one.
Moments away
from another failure
she thinks of tears
falling from branches.
She whispers to the glass,
nothing happens,
nothing ever happens.