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History (Repeats Itself)
Quichemarie

I stand as a ghost
 1
with no voice
 2
unable to move,
 3
flashing back to
 4
yesteryears
 5
as the smell of
 6
CoverGirl was smeared
 7
thick and orange
 8
across my cheeks.
 9
The mean kids called me
 10
"Makeup face"
 11
but that didn't matter
 12
as long as they didn't
 13
see the black and blue
 14
reality of my wounded
 15
face. And now here
 16
she is, lying bat
 17
tered on the floor
 18
and all I can do is
 19
open the CoverGirl
 20
and introduce
 21
the smell of bruises
 22
to my daughter.
 23

26 Jan 05

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could be great. almost great. damn. almostalmostalmost.
'numb veil of reality' snaps my head back with a cliche shot to the jaw.
otherwise wonderful.
please revisit. i want to love it.
 — noodleman

Thanks. That was also the line that I hated, so I appreciate you saying so. I will definitely try to figure out another way to say it without the cliche. How would it read without that line altogether?
 — Quichemarie

Oh, I almost can't comment on this without saying Bad Mother!  This is so hard to read but it's flatness and lack of drama make it even better than if you'd been raging.  The only change is don't separate battered.  That takes away from this.
 — Isabelle5

i love the separation, personally. very effective.

in line 14, perhaps replace bruises with wounds. that will make the word fresh at the end, and heighten the effect of the dissonance.

more resonant without the line!
 — noodleman

this is really neat.  10
 — themolly

Wow thats really good!
 — lollypop

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