her wrinkled pages

her story much of it damp and distorted by tears.
ink runs, smudges and bleeds underneath her shaking hand. she rushes to smooth out the imperfections but the stains begin to set in, the moisture wrinkling the crisp pages.
she wants so terribly to rewrite everything, to erase herself and reinvent herself. yet to lose so much would be… would be…
signed, j

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