the door creaked like a greeting
as she stepped back into her room.
somehow, it was the next day already, and she had limped out of
the house to get a shoulder brace, bandages, and scissors.
she tore open everything she had bought before disposing of
the packaging in her tiny bedroom bin - she didn't want to
face her flatmates today. her sweater smelled like cinnamon
and palo santo when she lifted it over her head. strange.