She is her

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She is her

And not her

Mouth half-open in surprise

Once soft and padded, her skin lies like a

silk sheet over bones

Spine folding over, involuting

Consuming itself

Legs disobedient, stuck to the floor

She is here

And not here

But love

Still so much love

It’s as if they’ve come to destroy her home

Demolish it, brick by brick

But no one has told her

She’s still inside

Kettle on the stove

While the walls come down around her