by Star   May 14, 2020

Last night,
the shadow in her closet
danced to the sound of her
trickling tears,

while she kneeled
beside low windows
praying for a new shade.

The brush within
her cracked palm bled
on the cold
creamy beige floor.

Trees camouflaged
in a deep emerald canvas,
and a moon nested
behind silver clouds.

The night slowly
as magic poured
into her mug.


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