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Cracks

December 20, 2021
By HBerk BRONZE, Oswego, Illinois
HBerk BRONZE, Oswego, Illinois
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Memory is an unruly mirror.

She is the familiar shine of the glass

You turn to when the camera lens warps your face. 

She is the twisting beast 

That seeps through the cracks in your foundation, 

Edges around your nostrils, from beneath your chin,

Who only emerges when you linger a little too long. 

Which is to say, 

She doesn’t always tell the truth, 

But close enough 

To keep you looking back.



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