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When she closed her eyes
flowers bloomed in neon.
She rubbed her temples to
accelerate the process.
It was better than the sky
overcast and pregnant with rain.
Why would she have mentioned
her friends?
She tried to make everything
curl in her hands
rally against her fingers.
She spent her days in bed.
And when the sky went dark,
she rose.
Her reflection better with
fluorescent lights.