Dishes left in the sink
a reminder of our failings.
Faint mark on the hand
from a fight that quickly turned violent.
We wear our secrets out in the open,
hoping to find our companions, a savior, a meaning for the madness.
Still dress it up to avoid
the unpleasantness of scars.
What is real is terrifying,
we create a new story in order to survive.
Yet still find beauty,
in the imperfections, the sickness, the disaster.
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