Fifteen: Bright and Empty

Sometimes the lines of my bedroom walls are so straight they scare me.
I stare, eyes head-light bright and gas-tank empty, trying to follow
the symmetry and failing. Today the ceiling seems to be slanting
to the left, the side I never use; I think that I am sitting still but
I am not. I am falling so slowly I don’t realise I am falling at all.

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Alexia

I drink, I laugh, I smoke, I write.

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