Smooth Surface

May 6, 2008
her face is serene, placid
exuding no sign of emotion
chaos reigns inside
her real feelings ricochet off the interior walls of her body
escaping by means of fictitious words
turmoil twists and churns in her mind
she wants to ball her fists
flail her arms
stomp her feet
and scream
her lips form around the word yes
right, strong, responsible
the words are seared onto her mind
she aches to be weak

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