#464-Circles

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.