The Poetry of Andrea Shumovsky
The Face
Eyes
Redlined and burnt
With a glare meaning to puncture
Squinting against the pain
Skin
Leathered and lined
Old from tortured expression
Dripping off the bone
Nostrils
Flaring against the smell
Of too many foul moods
Red with liquored rudeness
Lips
Stretched thin with screaming
Curved to the chin with lost dreams
Exposing rotted teeth
Mouth
Continuously opens
Belching disgusting opinions of the close-minded
Distended to ridicule others
The face
To horrible to imagine
Glares back at you from the mirror
And you dare to tell me
It’s not you !