…

Elle

the sun rushes in through the window

blinding me with its purity

like a doting mother

it wipes the darkness from my filthy face

though i turn

this way and that

trying to wriggle away

it is relentless in its determination

to make me look presentable

it straightens my shoulders, brushes the hair from my eyes

allowing me to leave behind

the things that found me, deep in the night

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