Picture Perfect - Alyssa Miles
I am yellow
Like your cigarette-stained fingertips
That roam my skin as if it belongs to you
I am marred
By the ink that drips on my surface
Like mascara tracks
Against her picture perfect complexion
I am indiscernible
Blurred like crossed lines
And sight obscured by tears
I am greyscale
Against the scream
Of her tangerine pout
I am shrouded
Halation hides the crooked-toothed smile
Of a face best forgotten
I am captured
Peg me up in the dark room
An image of still-life
Still living
Contributor's Note
Alyssa is currently a second-year English student at the University of Waikato. She is a part-time cashier and aspiring writer.