Fluid

Change, changeable, ever-changing.

Non-obstructive, easy, without backbone.

Perform, please, perfect.


The black-gloved hand presses down hard.  

A small wince escapes.

She shifts her weight onto her left elbow.

You ok?

No, her body screams, pupils wide.

Sure, she smiles.

One hundred and seventy-two hours in.


A woman being tattooed.

A woman ironing her husband’s underwear.

A woman realising that she is the love of her own life.


~Lu


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