pooling at the bottom

Poetry
Written By A Girl in the River

there was no burning involved this time
just melting
just spilling
no breaking or tearing, no splitting or cracking
no fragments to glue back together this time
just a puddle of a person in the middle of the street
and for the first time, she felt dazzling
as she reflected the light from the moon shining above her
and for the first time, she didn't mind dissolving into the asphalt

A Girl in the River
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