Because your eyes are black today
around the edges
And your face is as if a statue
chiseled out of stone

And again,
your make-up was mistakenly placed
in a position that accentuates the sandbags
in all your weary places,
the places that should've gotten rest

Foiling the strategy,
I'm sure was intended
to make a covering of all the orifices
and every empty place

Cursing the forward motion
which brought you an unwelcomed gift
another week,
so early

But time shall be your ally
not unlike a new friend
whom you once loathed