She lays perfectly still under layers of lies and delusions
Nails painted mustard yellow, wire jet black hair curls on her silk nude pillow.
Skin dry and tired, regardless of the daily routine of washing intensively and moisturizing on timed intervals during the day.
She remains unable to gain the healthy red glow in her cheeks.
They tell her it’s all normal, she must be emotionally tired these days. So she smiles and laps on another layer of lipstick and blush.
She feels spent, wasting hope on silly daydreams.
Her smiles last longer than 30 minutes but less than an hour