Flesh painted stairs
stained in rouge tones
speak in silent whispers
of behind closed doors
Silken sash
strangles sleek flesh
obscuring views
of fingerprinted jugular
Hazel eyes hide
beneath alcoholic make up
forcibly worn
behind shaded lens
Swaddled in shrouding attire
worn through winter's frost
and summer sweltering rays,
cloak obscene cicatrices inflicted
Historic indignities
lie masked by fabrications
lost in chicken scratch
folder two inches thick


Valerie 




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