The girl was large,
conspicuously so. Her
wide body perched
uncomfortably on
a buckling chair
in the hallway.
Her head, a
small grape to the
melon of her body
was slender, if only
in comparison.
She seemed trapped
there, a barrel
on its way over the edge,
a child in an iron lung,
a girl, 19, carrying
the world on her hips.
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