Ivory

in the corner
she stands, arms folded
her body, dark and heavy
frigid eyes shiver behind a wavering smile
when she speaks it’s not to be heard, but to be recognized
her pain whispers
across the dim light
she says it like it doesn’t really matter
that the night she watched her uncle shoot her cousin
she died there in the driveway too

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