Camille’s Revelation

In the final unveiling,
she disrobed
and displayed her scars;
looking into the mirror,
she wept one last time
before letting go,
and she loved herself again —
disregarding their hurtful words
and disparaging whisperings.
She turned to the side
and let her hair fall.
Moving in slow sensuality
and graceful beauty,
she danced,
blowing kisses to the stars;
the bright lights
casting the shadow of
a diamond
against the wall.

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