Lisette, What it Cost
This is the life I built toward, piece by careful piece, and I cannot curate away the doubt that settles like the exhibition pool floor beneath my bare feet. The only comforting thing in the room now is the soft linen brushing my skin with each breath.
Faint laughter from friends and family drifts among the gallery’s irregular walls and exhibits, but it seems borrowed from someone else’s evening as I wrestle in solitude.
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