An Ache
The wax image of herself has become deformed the more they wished to shape her.
By Lucero Chavez RiveraPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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The Day After (1894) by Edvard Munch
The smile, the frown, the tears, all the same, all gone.
What was it like to feel? To have your heart ripped in two and watch as the blood poured out until there was none left?
Or to feel your face ache with a smile so heavenly you wished it never ended.
The tears have all dried and they want her to return, return to the way she was.
But even then, that girl has gone. Her anger, fear, happiness have all left.
The wax image of herself has become deformed the more they wished to shape her.
She no longer knows who she's become.
The mirror frightens her.
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