she was spinning for the thousandth time and never fell once, though gravity pulled at her ears in circles around her skull, and the ground yanked at the corners of her eyelids.
she was blind and couldnβt see the point at which her heels rotated against carpet, but she could hear the washing winds that swelled inside her ears,
whose disembodied whispers echoed out of her pearly eyes,
whose voices broke her knees every time her head shut itself tight.
in the night, she broke herself back open to stop falling on an axis.
she peeled the whispers from her bleached skin in succession, replaced them in a wooden box, and buried them under her damp sink,