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Jan 2021
her face
every morning. Rouge
to cover her bruise. Paints
her lips candy apple red,
matching the highlights on her head.

She puts on
sequins and ribbons
to tie it all together,
silk stockings and
black leather.

She puts on
every man. They can’t
understand she’s a mannequin,
for entertainment –
the payment helps as she’s
the sole breadwinner in the house.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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