Time period: 1940s, pre-Hiroshima Japan.
[004, bittersweet.]
bittersweet but beautiful.
A life in a face, how odd—
a bittersweet opus of ivory and blood.
A slender foot peeking here,
crimson lips, blackened eyelids,
dancing between scandal and tradition.
She paints herself a portrait,
body alike to canvas, she applies the medium,
chalky whiteness covers unseen flaws,
beauty so perfect as to make her cringe.
The brush is broken, fingers tremble,
a leaf passes her tiptoed walk across a Tokyo street.
The year is 1941, the girl is unknown.
She is a baker’s wife, a geisha,
a landlady, a whore.
A life in a face, yes,
a monument of predisposed indulgence.
