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Homemade Ornaments

bywildsweetone©

Homemade Ornaments

Night falls and shadows
close as his mind contorts to pressure

without pleasure. Memories
flee and bones remain. Why?

runs through his mind, over and over
like a water wheel lifting nourishment
only to balance as images flash,
to tip, pouring away joy
leaving a slurry of slices
that no scavenger
can chew. Hour after hour,

night after night, he sits, tiered
questions stream
from red eyes until hollows
remain. A branch

leans against the corner, remnants
of his daughters’ love scaled down

to two pieces of card
and wool. Ornaments that dangle
and dazzle cast sparkling lights
into a broken room

of near-silent sobs.

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