hello !! my name is jasmine & i am a poet if u wanna here are a few places you can find me--first I have a Patreon u can subscribe for five dollars a month-exclusive content including poems, fiction & journal scans !!

I don’t want to look dead, but what I see in the mirror dismays me. I look dead. My skin is pale—not pale as fine china, pale as whiteness, or pale as Snow White, but pallid as a drowned body or patient in the intensive care unit in desperate need of a blood transfusion, or my own undead self hunting me down. Bags hang from my eyes, and my mouth is dry. In the cabinet is some blood-red lipstick, which I draw across my lips. I dab my fingers in the pigment, then blend it into my cheeks to incorporate the color into my complexion. I want to look ruddy, alive and well. When I put on makeup, I want it to look like I’m alive.