Masked...

Extra pale cream

To blend with the brush

And cover the dark sleepless spells

Even slightly. A lie.

To banish the red 

From showing the nightly pacing...

From tears...

From not knowing...

What to do with all of this.

Dark Burgundy pout

To warn...

Of unresolved wine filled fits...

Of dreams mourned...

and plans cut short...

Thick black liner

Like crows wings spread wide

Sitting on dead branches

Cawing sarcasm at hope.

Lashes painted thick

And Long...

Like Night...

The long sleepless night.

Waving from moon to stars to void.

Morning now is...

Painting daily the masquerade.