A Locked Door

The door is locked

Where is the key?

She keeps it hidden

So no one can see.

Its existence forgotten

Until one day

Something strange happened

But she knew not what to say.

The cracks
continue to get larger
and more abundant
By the time it
shatters
will it be
empty
or
will it explode,
spilling everywhere
with still no
hope
of going back

Harsh lights
Blinding
a small, sharp pain
suddenly
relief
But not for long

darkness
silence
only breathing
Then
The noise:
An email.
It is 1:00 AM

Branches

Frozen, bony fingers
Reaching,
Scraping,
Never quite grasping
anything
at all

Falling.
Slowly.
Now falling faster
Covering the sorrows of yesterday,
but also
hiding
the joys
of the past

Many layers
of silk,
twirling.
Joy
in the air
All else
forgotten
for just
a single moment.

Tears

Thin, wet
trails
leave barely
visible
marks
On cold,
dry skin.

Icicles

Like frozen daggers
They hang
Dripping in their own blood