Eternity

Sometimes I think I’ve lived too long, these bones are whitewashed, the smell of bleach clings to them.

Sometimes I think I’ve lived too long, and my skin is a stretch of paper thin onion peel.

Sometimes I think I’ve lived too long, my memories are like Christmas photos on a mantelpiece; they are the experiences of some other woman. She. Never me.

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