in the still dim room
that went quiet on her
she couldn’t even hear
her toes wiggle
under the sheets
her porcelain friends
looked on with
silent apathy
in the cold new
england bed room
that contained her
warming body and
broken heart, she
squeezed her eyes
shut and when that
didn’t work she
rubbed her
eyes with her
fists until stars
came out
and when that didn’t work
she thought about
backwards beatles and
whistled to herself
the world must let me focus
or my mind will let me go
nothing seemed to work so
she just prayed with wheat pennies
between her teeth and it went like
please and please please and
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