My face hidden with a mask of lace
to obscure
fury in my eyes
"Go go have fun and dance and be creative
he said to me",
I covered my lashes
too thick with tears
too think
as I cried
the dew of life
mimicked the pattern of lace
down my face
merging with the wet
lipstick which also copied the
existing decoration
of butterflies on my neck
wet
with frustration
time passes quickly
and the past becomes another
future and drama
was
so very unnecessary
I am smiling as I wrote this
as my anger seems so long
ago.
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