College girl dwells for days on the metaphor
Of leaving home.
Her soul splinters, still attached- but only just.
A new phase, not like the moon, more like
A plant growing: seed, roots, stalk, sunshine, bloom, death.
Or, time- zero sum, home or not home, alone or not alone,
The path chosen with no return.
Until there is laundry to be done.
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