unwilling to give
in, to give up, to leave
and go
where everyone is a stranger,
she begs
them not to take
her there.
to a place
where the meals
are soft.
the walls are a pastel
blue
or pink.
where everyone smiles
too much. calls her
by her name.
how do they know my name,
she thinks.
it's the end game.
the sunset inn.
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