Malignant
Her heart pumped slowly through her blouse.
As she silently gazes with glassy eyes
That hold the memories of her past, present, and now her future.
Underneath her skin lies another, that duplicates quickly.
Malignant is the stage she's in, as one mountain piles on another, as one mountain piles on another.
A cycle creating and recreating a 3-D design that covers the unknown truth.
The unknown truth that grasps on to the soul quicker than catching a cold.
Though her outer layer hangs over with such muted color
Her smile and genuine character shines through of a gentile mother.
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