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DRAINING

  • Writer: Helen Laycock
    Helen Laycock
  • May 22, 2024
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DRAINING She hoists her smile like a flag, swabs it in sunshine as it quivers like a mouse dimmed by snake shadow. The pegs which pin her mask dig deep, bore her skull to a sieve; the dirty water rushes through and soon she will be washed away.
How we endeavour to present an acceptable image to the outside world, regardless of inner truth...

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