The fluorescent light slowly blinks to life
Its synthetic illumination sluggishly brightens
The light reveals her face in a new way each time
Blemishes highlighted, freckles embellished
Her paleness is exaggerated in the harsh glow
Eyes with flecks of gold begin to wander
They search her face like a map but are left unsatisfied
There is no treasure to be found, no ‘x’ to mark the spot
Lines and veins act as roads and rivers
Her mouth is a black hole into which poor travelers fall
These travelers aren’t used to such uncharted land
Their comfort in the fabricated world has led them astray
Her untainted terrain was disorienting, and so they fell
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