Hide and Go Seek
In the cupboards?
Empty.
I am looking for her.
I know she has to still exist.
Under the bed?
Nope.
Where could she be???
In the tub?
No.
Come out my sweet one! I give up!
In the mirror?
That young lady with the matted, nappy hair, blank eyes
And brown skin thats dulled to a sickly gray...
NO WAY THAT'S ME.
I'll just have to keep looking.
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