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Stasis update

I held ice to the angry burn on her finger until she protested the pain.

Then begged me to apply it again.

She hurt herself making a morning meal
Honest to god

I didn’t know how to feel.
Eggs relish and steak, heart and pain on a plate.

My senses embraced,
I thought, surely, this must be fate.

Even though we ate freely
We both had reservations
Mouthfuls of courage
But bite-sized intentions

it was all or nothing and I chose starvation

I pick the scorn from my teeth
I try to forget my elation

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