At bedtime,
those dark blooms in her room.
In coffee mornings, the dregs of her cup.

At lunch, in her rusted car,
the depths of her purse.

The tunnel vision of her darkened spirit.
The hurried look of a long-time user.

And, on this day,
the hand-like shadow on the x-ray plate.

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