She wished.
She wished hard.
She wished despite being sure whether or not she could be heard, not being sure whether or not she was heard was normal enough for her to proceed without overthinking or worrying too much.
She wished so hard, crossed her fingers, closed her eyes so tight with all the superstition bullshit she did not believe in & made her wish.
She wished, but though she would deny it she cried a little afterward.
She wept. Not because she was sad, but because her pockets were empty & she wished to make an accompanying wish, one that the molecules of salt within those tears could speak for themselves.
She wished.
She stumbles for words to brush off her judgment. The whys flood her mind like insulin in a diabetic, a soldier into a war, like words looking for a writer, all something, someone, looking for something, some act of being a hero.
She wished. Wished hard. Looking back it looks like it feels so long ago, but it was only moments behind the present.
She wished.
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