To B

took her clothes off
you changed her
into subsequent reflection of glass cotton wool
glass entity
dismissal, just another shadow
there was no promise, will get to know them
you wedge dice in her hand
she will play with you
because she no longer remembers if she heard this before
in front of her- a cage, with gold bars, she painted herself
years on- you could feed her with gloves on your hands

choice
is a narrative rationality