An Ode to Exhaustion
My skin is immaculate - but don’t come too close to look.
The reds are in all the right places on this soft and yellowish doughy canvas, that contrasts nicely with the black rings under my eyes.
It emphasises my distant stare.
Cinder and ash under a dying flame, it falls over my face in unkempt chunks.
Yes, I am tired. Don’t ask again.










