Every day she paints on her happy face.
Brush strokes sealing pain underneath.
Thick coats covering each crack.
Making her image easier to accept.
Who would see the raw image without paint.
Scratches spiralling in absence of colour.
She repairs the damage every morning.
Plastering holes along the seams.
Ritual movements to trap the void within.
Paint on another layer, girl.
Show us that pretty smile.