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  • June Challenge - "Facades"

    The Dirt

    The cold no longer touched her
    even when he did,
    she'd moved beyond his ego
    straight into her Id.
    Buried under layers
    of his dead, damp earth,
    suffocating darkness lay
    in place of home and hearth.

    He called it love; she
    learned how to parrot words,
    best not to stir the monster
    but emulate the bird—
    Polly wants a cracker
    just not across her face,
    though these were always followed
    by his most sincere embrace.

    The public had proclaimed, she was
    his perfect paramour,
    with paparazzi swooning
    over every dress she wore.
    They dug into her life,
    but completely missed the dirt.
    Preferred to blather on about
    the labels on her skirts.

    Behind the iron curtain
    of her frozen, placid face,
    she used to keep a candle lit
    when she’d believed in grace.
    The flame soon surrendered
    to the airless atmosphere
    and left behind a waxen form—
    a doll of adipocere.
    This article was originally published in forum thread: June Challenge - "Facades" started by Baron View original post
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