“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.
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.