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Jan 2015
She traces the subtle lines and strong
edges, steadying
her finger on the medicine cabinet.

She hesitates and
feels the oceans
recede.

A small dog on its haunches, waiting
to pounce. SheΒ Β can taste
the cotton blood seeping
from her wounds in small,
sustained trickles.

Her eyes fall
and she pierces something
big with something
small.
Kenna
Written by
Kenna  Vienna, Austria
(Vienna, Austria)   
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