She drip-dropped
In slow-mo, Like water from an icicle Falling to the snow. She rolled like honey Along the walls of Her clear, glass jar, Until she swallowed Herself whole. Hours to days, For eternities She lay In waiting for Changes she was Too afraid to face.
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