January Witchy Contest
Put On Your Favourite Lipstick And Dance
Witchy wonders … what do you think it’s like to be a tube of lipstick?
Witchy wonders … what do you think it’s like to be a tube of lipstick?
You ask. I answer. I always answer, unless it’s someone largacious asking.
I spend endless hours refining my art of embellishing. The most difficult part of all? Convincing shy girls, moms, and old women, to enjoy my pleasantry. Lack of self-belief is the real ugly part in it.
See that woman in front of the window? She comes here twice a week. Look at how pretty she is. Maybe on her sixty. Oh, the joy she could give me by pushing that door, and come visit me! She would bloom a peachy pink with my latest label “fresh orange and peach”.
Doesn’t she want to? What is blocking her? I don’t know. I suspect she simply doesn’t dare to live the present, as it could bypass her memories of the past. Hopefully she will soon step in, with an angel push her in!
That girl, a timid teenager, with evident acneic skin, she doesn’t even try dreaming. Her mom told her “put nothing on your face, ’cause doctor’s advice is costy”. But, hey, come on! What kind of harm could I do in a natural, hypoallergenic combination? My extracts are taken from real fruit. I guess the kind soul would open up in grace with some lipstick on her lips, gaining confidence, and belief, in the beauty she already is. And, by the way, I’m on sale.
I can work miracles. Warranty proof.
You might think I’m a dreamer. Believe me I’m not. Take my credentials, and follow me anew.
Fresh as a summer fruit, my color shines. The peach color is my ID. I live in a tube on the window of street thirty-three.




