she lived with this pain.
she let it fester and spoil and turn into something dark.
anger clawed at her chest. blurred her vision.
struck her heart; its arrows twisting and pulling
slowly,
who she thought she was into something completely new. foreign.
she smiled in the face of those who told her no.
she smiled in the face of her mother.
underneath the surface, something dangerous was stirring.
she was walking on a tightrope.
one more thing, one more thing,
and the balance would shift, and her control would slip.
and she would laugh. and laugh. and laugh...
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