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Jul 2015
I don't shine
she hummed to herself
half hazed with life, under her drunken breath.
Her fingers twitched gingerly
as if playing an invisible tune.

I don't shine,
she mumbled once more
as her sunken eyes dropped to the floor,
shoulders slumped, accepting defeat
and I could swear she had a tear stained cheek.

I don't shine,
she said a little too loudly,
nervously glancing around in case anyone had mistakenly heard,
then retreated back into her own little world,
swaying to a long forgotten tune,
sad and swollen, beaten and bruised,
where the sun don't shine
where she remains abused.

I don't shine either
Cíara McNamara
Written by
Cíara McNamara  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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   Leyla Jude
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