Picture Perfect

I was raised
A picture perfect family
With smiles and laughter
Painted so precisely
You might not notice
A sideways glance
Shared in the the silence
Of the setting sun
These are things
Too good to be true
But you don’t notice
The toxic trail of fumes
Filling a canvas
With the freckled faces
Of a fleeting moment
Frozen in time

Today we experiment with alliteration.

I think this feeling is pretty universal. We often forget how similar people and families are. We spend so much time putting on this perfect family act so that no one ever worries that we forget others might be doing the same thing. Everyone can benefit from honesty.


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