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Fallen Woman

Nervous in her life station, she tries to contain her anguish. Her changes show compulsion: a default haircut to appease, posture straight to put at ease. A variant of herself in paint stares back from the dingy mirror; A convict so fallen, infected with poison to testify. For the value of the hustle they pander to combine. Her whisper of wording, in ears, given in platitudes to entice - ease her anxiety. She feels like a suspect in contradiction. The laugh in her head is cutting, though musical to the lustful climate in her employ, and the benefit of the coup will keep her on the narrow highway they have violated her on. She will soldier on. It is central to her survival through the lies. This was written for entry to a contest of random seven-letter words: soldier default station testify highway benefit musical wording central variant haircut combine contain convict anxiety cutting climate nervous posture suspect

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Date: 10/15/2020 5:00:00 AM
Wow, Nicole, I can see how you won a high placement prize for this amazing poem. It was a challenge. A century's old theme written in a fresh way, fresh words for a well-developed poem!
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Date: 10/14/2020 10:23:00 PM
Nicole, powerful message with good flow. Amazed at how many of those seven-letter words you squeezed into this, while telling a gripping account of suppression. Well done, and congrats for your win ~ John
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