Stephanie Glover
Liquefy
For her each day dissolves into the next, like a sugar cube in hot water. Instinctively she clings, grabs, and clutches to the remains of her earlier self. Memories assemble in a dense haze of déjà vu. Little-by-little, piece-by-piece, and bit-by-bit she forfeits what made her sweet and solid. She dissipates.