forty three

I’m an old creaky staircase when I wake up.

Someone has scrubbed me clean. My skin is like satin. My eyelashes are

soft, my hair is smooth, brushed out of its knots; it gleams in the artificial light, a

chocolate river lapping the pale shore of my skin, soft waves cascading around

my collarbone. My ...

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