She sat down, almost pouring herself onto the futon, she could've slipped threw the uneven bars fighting to support her. The weight she carried tonight was obvious in every demension. A glass of wine didn't cut it so she poured another, and used it to chase down the jack she'd bought for nights just like this one. Nights where the bite of the filthy day stung her feet, nights where the cold made her sweat, and the sound of emptiness rang too loudly to bare.
"They pulled the body out of the water like a gown", she had heard that lyric earlier that day as she was driving back to the home she hated. Scanning the view from the Trussel - something she had done a million times before, she imagined her body floating in the stream that cuts the land in half, a peach colored luminous object found by strangers who wouldn't care about her, just the fact that they could say that they had seen a dead body before and perhaps write a song about it. At that second she could not have been more sure that in the next few days to come she'd finally die a fish to be found limp, like a damp gown.
"They pulled the body out of the water like a gown", she had heard that lyric earlier that day as she was driving back to the home she hated. Scanning the view from the Trussel - something she had done a million times before, she imagined her body floating in the stream that cuts the land in half, a peach colored luminous object found by strangers who wouldn't care about her, just the fact that they could say that they had seen a dead body before and perhaps write a song about it. At that second she could not have been more sure that in the next few days to come she'd finally die a fish to be found limp, like a damp gown.
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