Category Archives: Ana

Endlessly Perfected

A sanguine smile covering tears of discontent; always an endearing composure for a thankless audience. Their vacant eyes stare blindly, so quick to accept the fa├žade with neither inquiry nor reservation. After all, surface judgments are easiest when made in … Continue reading

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Still Empty

I paused in front of the mirror, turning, inspecting the fabric and its uncomfortably close relationship with my skin. Every curve outlined. Every flaw accentuated. No matter my apparent need for them, I had grown weary long ago of compliments. … Continue reading

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