in fact
There she comes, stumbling in the room
with one cuff on. The other dangles,
mocking, from her wrist.
She leans over the sink,
heaves a bit
looks kind of yellow
spits.
She looks at her reflection
Who is that?
A stranger;
A dangerous one, in fact.
“She looks at her reflection, Who is that? A stranger; A dangerous one, in fact.” I enjoyed stopping by, the last few lines caught me. I will stop by again. As always,
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loving this one.
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i have been there too many times…yours always,
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