#464-Circles
07/11/2018
Expressionless.
Mouth shut tight.
Eyes refusing to see.
Hardly breathing.
Holding it tight.
A flameless fire,
Burning,
Inside an empty home.
Outside,
Hardened skin.
Sun-baked.
Pimples.
Stoic.
Wearing a radiance,
That’s expected.
Demanded.
While still human.
All’s fine.
Really.
It is,
All of it,
She whispers.
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