Kohl

When you wear kohl

The fine blue black spreads everywhere

Through the wet of your eyes 

To the back of your throat 

You spit blue 

Your nose drips blue 

Today the red in my eyes is obvious 

Lines of a cracking interior the pink my gums used to be 

The blue black makes my clear brown eyes stand out, the color of an oak tree

I am Cleopatra 

Everything is under control

Something inside me is spreading around

I am beautiful 

But this time from the brain down 

My eyes are deep and full of dimming light

I can feel the cracks in every step I take 

I am worth nothing without it and it is gone

I can hear the crunch of my bones

I have never hurt so bad, my shoes have never been this worn

My eyes burn but they shine with the slick oil of a dead animal 

I cannot take this any longer

The sun has no heat 

My kohl is shiny

I am dying 

The blue is no longer in the wet but crusted around my eyes in the powder it used to be

I can feel it