their last morning together


she takes a deep breath
"ok, enough with messing around
quick
it's about time we closed this door"

there was no bang
not one that the corridors could hear
yet her heart
the bang was destructive
trembling walls
cracks in mortar
tracing ways to the doorbell
fragile
it falls down
pieces all over the carpet

she looks at every tiny broken piece
not a move on her face
"it's gonna take a while
quelques verres de rouge
and lots of glue"

she sighs
"it's finished
the rest is easy"

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