she wonders how
she got here.
only a child
for a fleeting(ever so
fleet
ing)moment
until she awoke one
morning and found that
she had been deceived(she was
no longer the innocent
babe
of yesteryear;
her hands were gnarled
and her skin like a
cartographer's creation;
she had never
agreed
to this metamorphosis).
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