Instruments of Survival

She brushes on her smile with her foundation. One hand holding her compact and mirror, the other working the smile deep into the contours of her face, cementing it in for the rest of the day. As the morning rushes by her outside the train she paints her eyes open and shades them from ill…

Spider Legs and Nail Polish

Her mascaraed eyelashes looked like spider legs sprouting from her eyelids. There was a sore on the right crest of the glossy bow of her mouth. Her fingernails had chipped purple nail polish on them.