Monster (an acrostic poem)

Monica looked at her face in the mirror

Only she would notice the cracks in her facade

New wrinkles at the edges of her lips, eyes that had dark halos

Simples cosmetic touch ups here and there and the mask was complete

Twisting her feelings into a bun and putting an emotional wig over them

Everything seemed just perfect in the artificial bathroom light

Ready as she ever was going to be, it was time to face him for the last time

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