A beaten woman opens a door –

The dust settles on Nothing
Left to live in a city of lesser aliens, a life of living as expected
Left children with three days’ supply and a post-it note for a social worker
Left the man whose breath she tasted every day that left her blood on the floor
Left the hopeless cause that was
Nothing left

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