In her dream she was
past thin, impoverished
shivering at room temperature in a thin shirt

She sat in a rocking chair, looking out a window
watching the snow soften her view:
A brick apartment building,
a rusting fire escape

She caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror
Cobalt eyes set against pale skin
the starved appeal of a Slavic breadline princess

It made her shiver and she awoke.


thanks to Evaline

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