as the sun descends too quickly behind the distant city she will ride under the water she will leave her son and daughter reduced to lying naked to feed those she holds sacred she is bare of clothes and beauty on disply in her nudity if someone calls her name out all she ever hears are cars through the window in the bathroom through the broken glass and bars seeking comfort in the wallet where she placed eighty dollars when the last one has departed she can slide into the darkness and slowly down the river the current pulls her under and it bathes her in its splendor is unmoved by her surrender and faint through the water the lights like brittle stars someone called her name out she no longer hears the cars Christine...
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