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  • Writer's pictureJessica Urlichs

Alone Time

Her face is painted

Less hair on her body

She felt more beautiful at home she realised

But she was here now

She had forgotten the sound of silence.

Though, there’s never a silent moment in her mind

She keeps a treasure chest of:

Splashes of bath water

Shrieks of delight

“Mummy’s” and “I love you’s”

Tiny touches of hands and buries the yelling and tears

Under the colours and other various things.

She can’t rest her puppet string bones even though she wants to.

To unmarry what is needed of her skin.

Just for a night so the weight can fall off.

But her mother heart feels empty from the stretch.

Even though she could close her eyes they stay open.

She wonders what they’re doing.

She now knows mothers are never alone.

Even when they are.

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