In the photo with the airbrushed clavicles, she looks fourteenth
century. Corsets up-pushed the breast, almost to the shoulder.
To shoulder the burden of flesh, women were oddly masculine, with
curves compressed--an upholstered tube--the exposed bone just below
long necks: lost in swell. This is how collarbones go--under. Some
sharps I am cannot be extracted, only nestled, further interred.
Drowning becomes popular--how it does not distress. Later white-out,
botox. The script of a balisong (its unexpected emergence), less so.
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