By Bethan Rees
Her hair is loose around her shoulders.
Unbrushed and unblushed, she is new.
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She hugs herself,
squeezing tears from her chest and arms.
She steps through the puddle of herself,
kneels and cries into the reflection.
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Through the cracks in the pavement
water nourishes earth below the foundations.
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Nothing can grow from this.
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The harsh, thick slabs are in the way.
Dripping in emotion, she shakes the rain from herself,
materialising into a cloud that follows her.
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The sun shines through it, but still it rains.
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When will she take her eyes off the ground
and see the faded start of a spectrum appear?
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😭😭