#10 woman undone

centered in the sun,

yet whiter than a snow-filled

cloud, washed in suds of

silver clementine. masquerades her

smile as privilege;

a woman, one never wants

to be. perished is a goddess,

a tilted nose to scoff this, wearing

her shroud amongst guests

that are living. in whose room,

she waits, pending.





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