7 december

memories traipsed through her hallways

like filets of time

 some days she just feigned indifference


her cape of invisibility

fanning the flame of her small fire

her heart  a cavernous cave

where the chains of Jacob Marley 


through a red and green haze

deranged and derailed

and too late to exchange

and some days she wondered why she didn't break under the strain

just thought that this is rather depressing...but not autobiographical

although I dabble lightly in the dark I live in the sunshine...

i am annoyingly cheerful

and ever more so during the Christmas season


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