there is a slightly

desperate edge

to her stare.

she doesn’t know

it,

but for most

people,

she projects tentacles of vaguely

unsettling discomfort.

if you chose to look more closely,

you might see

something

else.

you might see the

petroleum water glaze

of this life

colouring her aura.

you might be lucky

enough to

see beyond

 the oily rainbowed streaks

suffusing  the surface,

hinting at depths unguessed.

well buried

beneath.

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