She left early to arrive late some time toward the end of December. A four hour journey for a twenty minute epiphany. She cradled her earned bruises and welts as trophies. She repacked her supernova suitcase and brushed away smeared mascara with a sleepy forearm. She drove back to her coffin, counting every sunken cost minute, and felt a little more empty by the mile.
11:47 p.m. - 2015-12-21
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