A heart that beats is life the living. Masked with flesh to cover the wounds of
countless battles of abuse we all dare to hide.
The girl had wide eyes and an open mouth as she realized that it
happened again, she covered her mouth but could not stop gazing in disbelief as
her knees buckled. She became like stone, paralyzed of body and
mind.
The smile so sweet but empty and
sullen was always the look in her eyes. When a man walked by she never
looked up even though her beauty was like the smell of a flower. Her
appearance was like a fragrance mesmerized by the aroma.
It was a sunny day in April and it had stormed the night before
with light showers at dawn, the smell of the dew and fresh baked bread filled
the air each morning as she walked to local bakery. She enjoyed the
freedom she felt as she almost walked with a slight bounce. Her head
rocked back and forth as if music played and her lips blushed the brightest
red.
They made the perfect smile with the illusion that her voice would
sound of harmony.
Her life seemed to look perfect or close to it. She played the role well but secretly wanted
revenge. She became confused on what she should feel. Time does
heal but it also feels like it may repeat the past. It may be different
but it is always the same.
The girl walked carefree.
The presentation seemed
confident and effortless.
Everyone was
fooled but a storm was building behind a painted smile.
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