The Siona Era


.
.
I am small anyway,
my passage never
leaves marks,
.
cleaning up my tracks
and keeping the
house fit for the mistress.
.
I made myself
even smaller now.
The mistress is
gone and I am leaving.
.
The month
of miniature
living passes,
days gigantic,
.
I walk shrunken
through her footsteps.

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