Her Black Hole

Her fingers brushed aside the tendrils of hair. They had seen their last bath a month ago. Her eyes looked ill from the inside and the outside. These eyes craved for happiness and sunlight. Her grayish lips looked like a cracked field of gravel. They had forgotten the taste of moisture. The toes traced a line on the mosaic tile, leaving behind blood from the ugly big toe.

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