The Double Life of Véronique

The Double Life of Véronique ★★★★★

Nearing the scream
Of morning light
Which pierces a hole in the night 

She nudges the window
Open with might
To welcome the horrific outside

Her unwelcoming bed
Bedraggled and quiet 
Where her form had languished through the night 

Stood looming upright behind
Her face facing the bright
Moon and sun swapping heights in the sky

Together they stood listening 
Beaten from cries 
Of neighborhood children digesting old crimes 

This tired woman turns round
Facing her empty bedside 
Walks to the shower to continue her life

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