Her Story

Break a boundary battle, the ripple of a plateau
past my shoulders, instantly easier in a matter of seconds.
Cut. Start fresh—expect a year like a fish’s scales, further assaults.
Look for a repair. Stop eating properly. The loss may occur,
wrapping around you like a fabric, a soft, tight silk.
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