I paddle my bed
into the still-existing bathroom
and stare at my face in the mirror.
The floor is an ocean.
The wall is a door.
The windows no longer exist.
In the frame
I see a woman dancing,
held captive to a thousand strings.
by Rebecca L. Atherton
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