tumblr_mdy9bb80h91rje7aio7_500The dress
you made her wear
all the jeunesse dorée years of despair
no longer fit
too tight
the seams ripped
apart
and birds flew out
like panthers
dark against light
her wrists with their side ways cuts
her shorn hope
awash with the raw salt of relief
she could breathe
she could breathe

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