#90 – Woman Eighteen

rabbit skin

She is an earthquake, a carpet of moss, a dead bluebird, a hesitant line, an empty coat pocket, satin ribbons, a bloody knot, a loss for words.

She is a broken fingernail, a gasp of air, outdated technology, a peacock feather, one thousand rings from Paris, dirty snow.

She is a hula hoop, tarnished silver, a rabbit skin, a balancing act, a black circle, a glass of pink champagne.

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