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Holding back

With you, this veil spreads across my face like ice. Cheeks stiffen, aching lips pressed together white as lies. I hold back words so they are cooled, blank, before I free them. Alone, when I dance, face soft and my heart burns in my cheeks; pure gold, yellow, red — why can’t I show you this?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Date: 11/7/2021 12:58:00 PM
Nice one Rebecca, keep spilling the ink!
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Date: 11/4/2021 5:10:00 PM
Loved the rhyming and the imagery.
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