Unveiled After Centuries

your face is a mask

hiding nothing

your arms are weak

with many men

your new car is a hearse

your words fall carelessly

off your chin

and into the hearts of good people

willing to believe in you

your chest is a bottomless stomach

and your mind is fevered and calculated

your lips are loose wet leaves

and your soul is used grey lumps

unwashable, unlearning

only things down there are

your lies and

scapegoats

but it’s all starting to fade now

your face is showing what you’ve

caused around the country

you never thought anyone would figure it out

but I did before I gave up on you

you’re a female Dorian Gray.