Burning beneath a darkening lash line
with unflagging pretense of safety;
the heart recoils in the open
like squinting in light
after leaving the movie theatre.
Continuing to lie about the pain
is easier and more horrifying with time.
When she says it’s fine, it’s probably not.


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