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Apr 2016
tips of my toes
pressed own
to the chill of
ceramic, i sit,
        shoulders barely
        peaking out
        from the thin film
        of what hours ago
        were bubbles,
scared to drain
the tub because
right now,
i feel so ******* small–

small enough to
circle the drain
and slip right through
the holes
in the grate
Mollie Grant
Written by
Mollie Grant  Wilmington, NC
(Wilmington, NC)   
537
   Jamadhi Verse
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