#117 – Woman Forty Four


As she presses the door open, her body is met with a

surge of heat releasing itself from the dark room.

The evening sun is low, but temperatures have risen.


She enters, observes the salt.

Just days ago,

transparent crystals shimmered like

a field of false diamonds.


And now, unexpectedly they

have disintegrated into a soft, vague snowfall.


The bright white forms crumble at the touch,

defying her attempts to coax them into a new landscape.


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