Sophie Lynne Creations

Notification ding. Pen click and then down. Roommate’s fan whines and

sighs. Makeup caddy does a spin. Susan’s lazy. Start with skin. Boundary

to taco sauce and shaving cream and red-packed embarrassment. Prime the

canvas. Matte the oil. Pluck 1-2 hairs. Squish and blend. Foundation

builds a house on my face. Blush tells the world what I wear to bed. Dark

black all upon my eyes, in them, shove it in the whites. Pull it down my

eyelashes. Notification ding, my eye lashes, an aisle of ashes.

Tap 6 times on 6 numbers, my key. A different tone now, droop.

Microwave – eep. And then my alarm. Medication. Melatonin. Serotonin.

Can’t forget. Battery low makes my charger tongs perk up, search for the

outlet. Trying to find the hole in the dark: sex. And we go in. And on we go.