A quiet storm reigns
bubbling under her ice skin,
no cracks administered
her facade
precise perfection;
years she formulated her frame
to toughen any weaknesses exposed,
sometimes creases threatened delicate fractures…
though she plastered those under heavily applied make-up,
a decorative mask hiding evident fault-lines
(her biological inheritance);
her scarred, tormented past.
Rarely she broke down to let torn veins show,
her composure her saviour in every tsunami exposed.
Smiling carefree,
not letting slip her despair;
an ice-maiden on the surface,
a warm siren smile to distill;
her heart a tropical storm,
sailing mysterious seas not known.

~ Copyright ©yikici. 2014-infinity


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