Petit
Blonde (Hair painted)
Blue eyed (Wears lenses)
Smiling (The only real thing; winding teeth indicate her past life.)
I know her.
For some years-
She has been in this bank.
(Hardworking; well behaved, she knows me.)
My smile
(Just a fake; for her sake)
I try not shout
“My check bounced.”
Penalty
Short in fund…
“That is wrong…”
My eyes talk.
Silence shouts.
I had talked with Leila
And her boss
The money is taken by some cons
Insurance; I stopped
Direct and
Through bank and others
They sneaked.
Used tricks,
My account is messed up.
What a world
Just money
No morals
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