dust

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Empty clamoring cans and unknown voices
”Is it supposed to rain today?”
Shut up
s
he thought.
Discarded, worn out denim by the bed
Trodden soles tossed in the corner
Covered in sheaths of blank canvas
gathering up words and wishes made
of dust; she lay.
Muted walls witness
to her turning, to her eye catching
a splinter of sunlight on the wall.
There, did you see it?
The pool of lidocaine she swam through
to heaven.

©KP

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