Sucker For Punishment

She waddles through an empty hallway, taking in the silence before the storm. She tries to embrace the solitude knowing full well it will be the last time she hears herself think or thinks of herself, perhaps forever. She sips her tea, warm in her hands and saviors the heat, will this be the last time she drinks a warm drink before it turns cold. She pees with the door unlocked, not expecting another little person to desperately need to be in that same specific space. She calls a friend, for one last uninterrupted conversation.

She laughs, at how she’ll probably do it all over again.

 

 

 

 

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