Waterproof Mascara

Waterproof Mascara

 

The angels

of my nightmares

bring no comfort,

the sounding of trumpets

rests not this soul.

 

“hope springs eternal”

 

I only see cracks

where water once rippled,

touched by God,

maybe one time

too many.

 

And the dream is never ending,

the soundtrack superficial.

 

There is anger in their faces;

pursed lips and crooked smiles,

a sword gleams with holy flame.

 

These are the angels

of my nightmares;

lacking empathy

where this rose grows.

 

Growling,

uprooting,

and blood pools

in the corner of my eye,

smudging my waterproof mascara.