She papers up her ugliness, hoping he will not see.
But ugliness leaks, seeps, bleeds,
leaving a stain on his eyes.
She blots out the stain, hoping he will not see.
But stains leave a sick mark,
tattooed on the sheen of his heart.
She rubs out the mark, hoping he will not see.
But marks accumulate and grow
like a filthy disease.
She papers up her ugliness, knowing he has seen,
And these angry tears and angry words
won't undo what she did.
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