She kneels over the bathtub as he washes her hair. gently. black dye swirls down the drain. she can see slices of her reflection in the spaces where the water is clear still against the white tub. Something is changing inside him. She knows it
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I have been here, twice, and it never comes undone,
no matter how many touches or heartfelt apologies he says.
I hope your soul finds the reverence it deserves.
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