she secretly hoped it would fall into the
sink. there was a slight glean to it as it
sat there. the mirror was more honest
with her than anyone could ever hope
to be; wearing the passing days as best
she could. running her hand over that
finger there was a small patch of skin
that was smoother to the touch than
the rest. so pale, she couldn't help but
look. it would be some time before he
got home. she had time. hands gripped
opposing sides of the counter, strands
of hair swept down and covered the
sides of her face. it started slowly, then
when the the final crack gave way the
dam burst. rivers raging in the suburbs.
ocean liners could have navigated safely
through these waters. a gasping wind
was the only sound. carefully she pulled
back her hair, one deep breath until her
eyes met mirror once more. she reached
slowly out to the counter top. hesitating,
she slipped the noose back on.
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