She raised her unmanicured brows. Maybe it would finally help her open her eyes. She lifted her weary and warm left hand to take off her air mask. Her tank was empty anyway, but the alarms on it would not shut up. High and low bell sounds rattled and screamed into her ears, slowly passing by her charred, numb lobes, the same ones that wore her mother’s diamonds at her cousin’s wedding last year, the same ones that felt hot then warm then hot again after they were pierced by her mother’s alcohol-soaked sewing needle when she was little.
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