to bury her heartbreak
in books,
in flowers, in
baking.
she knitted
and sewed, she
walked
the lake.
she found wine
helped too.
but she wanted to
be alone.
done with the world.
done with love
and men.
the fairytale she learned
as a child
was over.
she stayed at home
behind closed doors..
there would be
no more
agains.
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