bright white blotches on your skin burst out malignant white cysts
latched on to skin bleached white ovarian bones
mother drawn up in wedding dress frills
hung in hangman not
left to leave all her memory on Post-It writ notes
she is no younger than I
no older than I pretend to be
deep black pupils blot the skin risen to the surface to fade out
what little personality is left to us during the day
she makes like fluorescent lights cast no shadows
on every willing thing
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