[hiberna]v.[incuba]tion

seeping into the niche she has hollowed
wary of familiar faces,
she treads the coal-laden path
ironbark in one hand, fate in the other
casting aside the notion of pride
and replacing it with drive;
there is no waiting for the sleepers

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