the only two residents of the house
the only two residents of the house,
a mother and a daughter
Storyteller
the only two residents of the house,
a mother and a daughter
I lie in someone else’s bed.
In someone else’s 1 RK apartment.
On an afternoon that feels weirdly long.
On the second day of just moving in.
And wonder.
the shades of my window
are tinted
a taste of sweetness
collected from a sour world
the opening scene of many plays but the resolution of none.
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