Masks of orange powder
Don't crack around her lips
Lines of black getting thicker
Daily
But she can't see them
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
Friday, November 26, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
She stared at the wall, brow furrowed, sitting cross-legged on the bed. The blank light of her laptop monitor threw faint, cold shadows across her cheek as she waited silently. She wasn’t crying tonight. She was thinking.
Text scrolled haltingly up the screen – small, quick movements calling her attention with limited success. She wasn’t there.
Text scrolled haltingly up the screen – small, quick movements calling her attention with limited success. She wasn’t there.
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