delicately

like a bird she unfolds herself out of her wet clothes. flashback. ignore flashback. put the clothes in the bin. everything normal. get a pen out of the mug on the bookcase. she traces the shape of her collarbone with the felt tip. all the way round her shoulder, down her arm. she looks in the mirror, again. the lines are clear and precise, black on white. well, at least now she knows she's still there. here. put dry clothes on. notice how the pen smudges against the clean silk. just a little. everything normal. smudges, lines, dots running away.