Your eyes judge you as a stranger. Your mind only thinks about the demands of society. Your ears open to praise, but close to criticism. Your tongue is sweet in company, yet sour in private. Your body, stiff, unwavering. When you finally crave the reassurance you felt owed, nothing. Externally, easy. Internally, empty.
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What Would My Guilt Keep In Her Purse?
Creative Nonfiction ~ 293 Words Monday she carries a silky berry-pink clutch with a slouchy bow on the left side. Inside is an unopened spearmint gum pack, wired earbuds, and her lip liner in the shade 404. What more does she need? Tuesday, a smoked plum coin purse. Accented with a silver clasp and a…