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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: G
Pairing: None.
Feedback: Sure. Good lines, bad ones, etc.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Giselle POV. Meditation while sitting in front of a cracked bit of glass.
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tattered yellow silk
gold never tarnishes, they say
and Maman held up her hair
pearls long since fallen from
pins skewering faded blonde
the men come fewer to her door
her coin tarnished with sweat and sex
devalued currency
the bedding stinks less
but the fabric wears thinner and thinner
Tortuga yellow
jaundice or gold dust or pale firewater
stains away the white of age
illness
death
exhaustion
all the same
and Giselle pins up her goods
praying their value has not yet diminished
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