her pencil was broken
her picture had long
stopped telling
her story
redundant.
déjà vu.
the void between the two
awash, in a sea of emotion
awash, adrift?
adrift in a sea of emotion…
(see what I did there?)
clawing her way back out of the heap
climbing her way back on top of the heap
pulling herself back on top
(softly)
moaning
satisfied.
moving closer
…coming
hither
whither
wist
whilst
no longer relegated
to the sad tale
the old story
to sleep alone
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