(she feathers when it freezes)
Evie never thought she needed an identity
she looked in mirrors and fantasized about smashing the glass
Evie always loved a good smashing
when she couldn't get the words to come out right
Evie broke bottles and fed them to her skin
it made her feel warmer sometimes
Evie was cold cold cold lonesome shivery
she had never shivered by herself before
(with wings like a bat in summer)
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