Black sheep in a white coat

A collection of bodies so cold and hard they'd flourish in the deep sea. Swallowing up any hint of a better life. Providing no nourishment.

A child navigating without the gentle push from the back of swing. Creating her own haphazard physics to propel forward.

A women swimming out of the dark, with skin of a black sheep. Wearing a coat as white as her core.

Through it all, alone, she became the image of what they wanted but hated. She was free.

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