She rose on the right side this morning
Told herself it would be a masterful day.
She wiped the sleep from her eyes
Tuned down the toxic noise that tried to slink under her skin.
One look in the mirror and the cracks reappeared.
The tape beveled and the trolls regained their voice.
The blood pounded in her ear,
As the tiniest bead of sweat formed above her brow.
Green, the color of go
She ran as fast as she could before the next wave hit.
She was hunched over as the carousel music played
Sat on the largest horse and rode it away.
Nicole Johnson 
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