false face

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and she stands,
back arched against the wall
fingers looped through.

domino, twisting her body
voice cracked
lips pink and chapped.

black box phenomenon,
in the window of her soul.

colourful girl,
red and white
striped dress.

layered with a mask,
glitter
fractured eyes holes,
pour in light.

and she's all garbed up,
dolled up,
dressed to impress.

don't mess up.

a/n: does the title go with the poem? i'm not sure...