Tiptoeing….

She tentatively steps partner to partner,

monogamous, almost.

Choosing the damaged ones, flawed.

The fun of the challenge fades, like her scars.

 

She stops at a mirror,

her face changed over the years by the movement of bones,

moved by them, their hands.

The chipped tooth front & fore.

 

What happens now?

Run again or suffer?

The choice was always the same.

The mirror gave her the answer.

 

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