The Mask

By October 23, 2019 No Comments

She smiles and waves at onlookers. Begging them to notice her. What a perfect life. She wears her pleated pants and crisp white shirt and heels with pride. Oh how happy she looks, thriving even. She’s on the move again, a public figure in every sense. the perfect mogul. Until she returns home and her strappy satin shirt reveals etched marks on her wrists. Crimson red still flowing between her legs. Blade still in hand while her cold fingers tremble. She pauses to take a look in the mirror and remembers to smile. “Keep your feelings to yourself” she says.


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