mothers makeup

enchantment meets my skin 

as the tip of the eyeliner grazes my lid

i am possessed by feline grace 

as my wrists flick a cat eye across my face 

glitter engulfs my eyes 

chunky flakes and shards of shimmer cloud my vision 

I scrunch my eyes into their sockets 

and regain my precision 

my prepubescent skin stretches against my skull

pore-less and pure 

i slather a mystical mask of tints cremes

in an effort to look more mature 

though my uterus has been spared by the eclipse of the moon 

i stare into the mirror 

and pray for womanhood to begin soon 

i dance in my mothers oversized dresses

and relish in the chaos of my eldest sister’s closet messes 

i patiently sit in awe 

waiting for my hips to widen 

and my breasts to ripen 

to reveal the vessel of spontaneous life 

where in my femininity I am  ubiquitous and divine 

connected with every sprouting beauty 

where in my fertility i embody a world that is truly mine.