She couldn't tell whether the glasses were filling up or evaporating particle by particle. The whole room was lined with glasses, some formed bubbles on their inner walls. Some were full of thick sludge, whatever she left behind before. They were part of her, given up, rejected, and there was always more to reject. She hated it but it always kept coming. She had decided to let fo, not just of the glasses, but everything else too. The people who used to watch her dance in the center of this room had lost interest. They had their own shelves to fill, slowly with thick sludge. She opened the door, she thought it was the way out but it was only the closet. It was completely empty. It had been full before, ready to cascade, but that was her. It was her. She fell like water into the small space, full of regret, she thought it was the door out. As she poured, the glasses tipped over, spilling half evaporated water, mixing with her and the sludge was there too. The room started to fill, she feared she would drown but then she realized that she couldn't drown if she was a part of it all. She had missed her chance at the real door, but as soon as someone came along it would pour pour out.
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