Blood Lipstick... I wrote this one during this last Spring semester at
Hershey when I started wearing eyeliner and after watching Schindler's List... I ha'e many
reasons for wearing eyeliner... this is just one... I got the idea for this poem after watching
a certain scene in Schindler's List... in a sort-of concentration camp, Nazi doctors were
examining Jewish prisoners to see if they were fit to keep ali'e (in other words, able to
work...)... some women got the idea, before they were paraded around by Nazi guards, to prick
their fingers with pins and apply the blood as lipstick and blush to make them look healthier...
so I sorta incorporated it into this poem...
Forever... this one suprised me when I read it again... I hardly
e'en remember writing it, but it's a pretty powerful one... glad I found it again...