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Dec 2015
The icy sting shocks me into consciousness,
and the water weighs heavy on my lashes.
I blink away the soft blurred white
and the sink is bleached and
clinical as the water rushes
over it's slick, porcelain skin.
The coolness traces the blood-rush red
of my crippled fingers, and slowly, I crumble.
©Nicola-Isobel H.       15.12.2015
Isobel G
Written by
Isobel G  25/F/Australia
(25/F/Australia)   
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   --- and Sumina Thapaliya
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