She's never packed for a breakup before.
Underwear, she guesses,
a toothbrush. She's not good at this
at the best of times,
and it's not exactly roomy.
She folds in a spare pair of wings,
crushing them, but she's past caring.
She hasps it, bundles out the back door
before he gets home
in search of new ghosts.
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