Exposure

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l8bloom
l8bloom
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The woman across from me peers, fascinated,
at the mummy. She is trying to appear composed
but what she really wants to do
is touch it. The linen wraps would be dry and soft
as her own withered cheek
reposing under its make-up.

Outside, the air is still and cool as talc.
My car whispers home through forests of autumn.
All the furniture is rearranged.

l8bloom
l8bloom
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AmyfriendAmyfriendalmost 17 years ago
We all had a,

mummy once. Very original and so different. Thanks.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 17 years ago
Growing old

You think it won't happen to you? It will, and faster than you think. Beautifully, darkly written. Thank you.

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