eggshell white

when women are old they start to paint, to capture the memory

of what might have happened, if only they had dared to imagine

life a little sooner—the flowers, bike ride and wine—if only they

had stopped walking on eggshells and covered the canvas whole

with colour as blindingly bold as they are now—looking back

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