Unwanted Party Guest
She tangled herself in the shower curtain.
The music downstairs
hit the ceiling and leaked
through the cracks in the corners
of her eyes.
Smokey eye shadow
smudged on the plastic sheet
that became a coffin with a heater.
Each breath was another notch
on the dial.
Until flesh met wood making gun shots.
"Hey, are you done in there?"
Someone yelled from the
other side of the door.
She unwrapped herself,
slowly, hesitantly
peeling off the last fold.
She wasn't ready.
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