She hears dead people speaking to her in her dreams and she asks
them to tell her about living and how to cope. As if they would know.
See her in the morning with her teeth out, before the glue goes on
and she smiles her fake smile; the one with the perfect white porcelains.
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There is something beautifully cruel about this - I guess it's partly the subject matter (the unpleasantness and comic potential of aging) and partly the uncompromising boldness of the writing. The piece is certainly not without compassion. It leaves a sad taste. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥