Trial.

Poetry of Trial

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The ‘could be anything’ trial

She could be a jar — collecting cotton balls. Each a reminder to wipe her face until — ironically — it resembled all the dust she had been accumulating. She could be the room that had everyone’s favourite corner — one that they had to eventually grow past. The corner was for kids to store clues and make plans— now for adults to throw dirty clothes at.