Made Up

There is a lady who paints her face
with such skill
that it bars neighbour's smiles,

stops them in their tracks
forcing them to step aside
as she passes from home

to car, to shops and back
as if she had no care left
no concerns of time, or food,

or dwindling money
that will be replenished, eventually.
No amount of tears

changes her stance, her face
must go on, regardless
of the memories that visit her

at night when it doesn't matter
if her eyeshadow is green, or blue.