Hot Pink Lipstick

Hot Pink Lipstick

A Poem by Justin W Price

Here's a poem from my book, Digging to China, available in paperback and as an ebook, through Sweatshoppe Publications. Enjoy! (



Hot Pink Lipstick

It was the first dead body I’d seen,
Hot pink lipstick:
I laughed at the choice.
Painted cheeks, rosy
like those of a doll.
Hands that had held mine
stroked my hair,
prepared my dinner,
now stiff,
angelic, no longer capable
of love or embrace.
My grandmother
in a box lined with silk,
optimum comfort for the dead,
lips closed, unsmiling
blue eyes hiding behind shaded lids.
Red hair that had been dyed the day of her death,
her final living act, unknown

© 2013 Justin W Price

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Wow; I really like this, and how you satirize appearance vs. reality. Nice job. I would leave out the last word,which I think might make it more powerful.

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Added on April 20, 2013
Last Updated on April 20, 2013
Tags: imagery, death, poems, death poems, colors, freeverse


Justin W Price
Justin W Price

Portland, OR

I'm a writer of poetry, short stories, essays and articles. Managing editor for efiction horror magazine, husband, student, lover of life and dogs, chef more..