I am angry behind my shades.
Underneath my yellow wool trench coat, I am a thin
layer of gray.
In between the mists of my coconut cream scent I am the foul
stench of disappointment.
Infused in curly-hair cream and extra black mascara is a follicle of a fool, completely refuting a fantasy shattered by preparation and foiled by the consistent inconsistency that I feared would ruin my memory.
LiberTeeLove 