By Cithara Patra
In the dark, I knocked over
A couple of things you left behind
The year-old perfume you never sprayed
The tweezers still trapped in plastic casing
Blush, foundation, mascara, eyeshadow
Bought but never used once in your life
It’s all new, everything you bought that day
Except for the tube of red lipstick
You smeared a little bit of that before heading out
Smacked your lips a few times, glanced in the mirror
Took one last look of your face, satisfied and happy
Before closing the door behind you
And never wearing that lipstick again
Cithara Patra currently lives in NC with their family. They’ve written for a few literary journals including CafeLit, Poetries in English, The Quasar Review, Instant Noodles, and 50 Word Stories. In their spare time, they travel with their family and check out brand new places to eat.
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