somecoast: Tally

by Josephine Miles

After her pills the girl slept and counted Pellet on pellet the regress of life. Dead to the world, the world’s count yet counted Pellet on pill the antinomies of life.
Refused to turn, the way’s back, she counted Her several stones across the mire of life. And stones away…

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