Closet Sickness
burying her face while counting wool,
each, an empty silhouette
in young hands that hold like old —
her shadow instead of dress falls
each, an empty silhouette
the bones that burst apart come back —
her shadow instead of dress falls,
a little girl with safety pins in her glass
the bones that burst apart come back
in young hands that hold like old —
a little girl with safety pins in her glass,
burying her face while counting wool.
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