“Burned again. Yet my scars hover in the gathering smoke.”
Scar lipstick by Roozemond. For women who have been around the block.
Scar, a line of lipstick inspired by a poem by Lara Roozemond.
A woman walks alone down a misty street towards the camera and a light post, to this sad music. Under the light, she takes out a tube of lipstick. Staring intently into the camera, she puts on Scar lipstick with a flare. (Audible Line) . She closes the cap with a pop, throws her Scar back in her black leather purse, and walks on.
Copyright 2018
John Presco
Littekin
by
Lara Roozemond
Away from the danger,
above the flames
but stay in the smoke
where a scar forms
a scar that brings more pain
then the pain of the wound.
Rosamond Press 
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