in this dim light and she
looks
old.
ugly even,
her face
showing the years
of hiding
who she really is.
the cragginess
of deceit
under her eyes,
in the lines
bordering her mouth.
the bristle of grey
in her roots.
it was for a moment
that i saw who
she really was.
the mask off.
she'd gone sour over
night.
the married boyfriend
in her phone.
her boxes of secrets.
the clothes on her
back were all she owned.
the rest borrowed
or stolen.
i was seeing evil
first hand. right in front
of me.
but i was lost.
and said good night
and kissed her,
giving her a ring to
make her mine.
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