'a new start'
100drabbles 'a new start'
She thinks of times beneath a tree, things drawn in the leaves: the peace of forests in the ruins of Babel. Maybe.
The high rich ache behind her eyes, the trip of her fingers when she tries to speak, the smooth delete as she changes her words to keep herself quiet. She fails, as always.
Consideration. She’s barefoot but she likes the feel of concrete aggressing her soles, wet to the ankle and getting deeper.
Programmed. People left at midthought. Selfish for it, she doesn’t want to care. Her breathing is the sigh of a plane falling into the sea.
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