Eurydice

She lames her ankle on the descent, finds her ever-less-corporal-self still bound by grief and pain as the light cotton shift falls to her feet

You must shower, girl, leave all the light behind

And enter into this entirely different kind of

Love story

Walk ahead, don’t look back

Never let him know how much it costs to stay

Inside the dark box of the bet he lost

For both of you

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