Break Room

No, she wasn’t meant to break like this—
windowless room, fluorescent light, pipes and ducts

whirring behind walls. The poem
she composed last night as she fell asleep

unraveling. She was meant to break as a line
breaks, as a wave breaks, as a voice breaks. She’s traded
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