Her Own Self-Imposed Purgatory
folded into her
own crinkled
wrinkled
newsprint self,
delight and enthusiasm rapidly
dissipate
Torn pieces of herself
languish
in her own self-imposed
purgatory
joyless, she sees nothing
of her former light.
In greyscale, her
essence
waits in anguish for
the return of self.
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