she looked like a raggedy-anne doll; jelly bones and wet pasta muscles.
she couldn't keep herself standing.
those big brown eyes were outlined with coffee-rings of red.
her voice lost to an echoing whale song that erupted
from her heaving diaphragm.
please, don't let it go.
I stood still, a pillar of false-strength--
the bath of a still child staring up at me.
my knees kissed the tile, and I honored God's tragedy
by soaking up all the red she left behind.
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