Long, dainty fingers,
stained orange.
Fake nails like her fake personality.
Perfect manicure.
But under her nails
is a secret place
full of lies and broken promises.
Why are you here,
crawling on the floor of a dark cave?
She looked up to me
with big eyes,
wearing a lace dress, repeating,
"Do you not see what my mother has done?"
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