The Worm in the Heart

Beneath her so carefully applied makeup

complimenting her English rose complexion

hide fingertip bruises

brutal caresses, stoically endured

sulphuric yellow and purple crushed damson

a bloom of rot

~

blue shadowed skin under her eyes

a pallor of unwanted revelations

her lips lopsided unhinged sprinkle

tinkling laughter sat at the piano

nails hammering at the keys

remembering, reliving

Betrayal

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her knee tics in staccato agreement

posture schooled down to the very last detail

young ladies finding themselves polished

when exposed to awkward social situations

Sit upright, alert, rigid, defensive

Shoulders back, teeth an tits forward

and…

“smile for the camera, Miss!”

~

As the rot blooms under the skin

so the worm burrows into the heart

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Thanks for reading…Sea 🙏😘