she can't face herself.
no, if she were to do such a
thing,
she would no longer have an
excuse to
ignore the withering soul
that is slowly fading
inside of her.
she would have to see
who she is
what she is,
and she doesn't want to
admit the existence of the ghost of
the woman she
once inhabited.
so she lathers herself in
fabrics she's supposed to want,
and silver and diamonds
that everyone(don't they?)
wants,
and covers her face with
the most expensive
mask that money can
buy.
perhaps, she thinks, if she tries
to pretend to
be happy,
one day she will wake up
and it may actually come true.
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