Inspecting the ceiling for the first time she noticed
cracks in the plaster
bugs in the light fixture
the beginnings of what might be a small leak in one corner

None of which she would have paid attention to
if she had not been reduced to sobbing into
needing-more-fabric softener towels

She laughed at her own attempt to look for pluses,
as it was her nature to find a silver lining,
even in storm clouds,
often when miserable.

A glance in the mirror was not as reassuring.
Her hair was askew,
eyes puffy and crimson,
forehead bruised from hitting something

The floor? The truth?









thanks to The Debutante for the title and editing assit

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