The rain’s washed most of the snow away, and the place seems to have lost its lustre. When it was all covered with snow, it was almost enough to make me believe in magic. Now everything is back to dreary again: the never-ending rain, the grey clouds, the dampness. Buildings just look old and drab. The rain came, and took away the magic.
The rain came
What happens when you stop dreaming?
Sobs
The cat’s breathing

In the quiet of night, I love to hear the cat breathing.
In deep sleep, she slumbers on the bed, sniffling softly.
Reminding me that I’m not all alone in this world -
as I sometimes believe.
That in the end, she’ll still be there.
Slumbering.
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oxymoron
The walls are closing in;
and yet they’re not.
She feels like she’s drowning;
but she’s really not.
They come from the darkness,
these thoughts and emotions
that she’s gotten used to like
second skin;
but this time is different.
This time they come through light.
She can but scream in silence
knowing no one will hear.
No one will come.
Life…unhindered
She let him in
No more. Enough. She’s done.
She should’ve known better;
but in a moment of insanity,
she didn’t.
She let emotions take control.
A moment of insanity.
A moment of weakness.
She let him in.
Like a burglar climbing in,
through a broken window.
Or one accidentally left open.
She let him in.
Like the burglar,
he stole everything.
She’s done. Enough.
It needs to stop. Now.
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We are all afraid
We are all afraid -
of the dark,
of being alone,
abandoned and forgotten.
Of our mortality -
and through it all,
she knows she has to
suffer through the silence.
Be strong, not waver.
She has to pick up the pieces after all.
But who is there to pick those pieces
when she is the one needing to be put back
together again?
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