The Door

January 22, 2009
It’s snowing outside, like it is in my heart.
I tremble in the corner
by myself,
the thought of him
beginning to disintegrate.
Tears quiver down my face.
I can feel the darkness swallowing me whole.
I try to break free;

it’s no use.

One door closes and the other’s jammed shut.

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