She is her own.
Always three cotton sheets to the wind.
She doesn't know how to stop it.
Every breath she takes is paid for by a slice of her dignity.
She gets it off her mind by one glass , two glasses, maybe six or till she loses count.
French , Egyptian, Chinese even Italian sheets to the wind.
Another bed , another house, another man and another judge everyone tries to save her.
She doesn't need saving just understanding.
©kd.vambe
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