she just threw all her memories up in the air.
while waiting for them to scatter,
she tied ribbons in her hair.
she shares her bed with strangers,
or so i've been told.
she said that over these many years, her body has withered, grown too cold.
far too frigid to spend the night alone,
she rested her hand in his,
weeping as his grip slowly crushed her bones.
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