Hidden Smile

For the first time in a long time,
she can genuinely smile without throwing
salt over her shoulders
or knocking on wood
out of fear that her happiness
will only be short-lived

because of her involvement with a man
who felt miserable in his own skin
so much that his mission
was to make her uncomfortable in hers.
He frowned upon anyone with a smile,
including hers,
so beautifully sculpted.

He loved to cuss and swear
he’d be the end of her.
Dark and empty
were the days when
she was afraid to smile.


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