her friend peeks out the back door to see how she's doing.
she's watching the goldfish swim in the neighbour's pond. feathery flakes dance around her, covering the world in magic. her heart cowers in her smoke-engulfed chest, bruised and swollen from its most recent beating. she turns to offer a stoic smile, wondering if it's dark enough to hide her tears.
"this is so romantic," whispers her friend.
"yeah," she murmurs, "i'm a fucking poem."
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