Room

Left a delicate

room

without saying goodbye

one of her least favorite things

Mother,

show your love

but only with an audience

sunsuits at sundown

a tiny girl

bleeding barnacle skin

ignored

learns to ignore

parts of her heart

nested herself in

her own arms

to believe

her own eyes

away from the cliff’s edge

and hungry honey colored lions

“Everyone goes away,”

she repeated to herself

the birth

the milk

the life

had the wrong number of doors.

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