with each companion that leaves
the girl in me is
stacking blocks
no strategy in mind,
just a wall

higher and higher
she says

to keep the next one out

maybe I’ll add a moat this time

I won’t let another in
the crocodiles will get them first

before they can even
touch my skin.

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