of course,
the sullen repose against
the window.
each day
a rain day,
how she embraced blue.
both arms around its
welcoming
dark hue. in constant
pursuit of hunger,
her life long friend.
each wrist
having two thin threads
across a vein, two seemed
better,
more balanced then one.
there were scars of course.
but most
remained unseen,
tucked within,
those she kept to herself.
sharing them
would be too hard
to explain.
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