30" x 40"
Oil on Linen

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“Ash On Her Lip”

The circus is on fire, the clowns are stealing wallets

they juggle your trust while they empty the coffers.

Don’t mistake tired for broken, or weak.

She’s done playing polite, she won’t bite her cheek.

Ash on her lip, smoke cuts through the air,

truth peels away until nothing is there.

The show is collapsing, the clowns out of view,

The choice is her ending — she writes it, not you.

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