The room is white.

A single vanity light shows the way.

Her hennaed hand

caresses a blue jewel on the necklace,

lets it fall over the gown.

Lifting a single black hair

stretched to its length

she lets it fall to the silver floor.

From the magnolia tree,

a leaf, edges curled,

the slightest shade of gold

caught by a child.

 

Turning off the light she invites darkness.

It falls across her reflection

as the last of the light lingers in the mirror.

A question inhabits the dark,

tracing the arc of a demise,

the shattering of a glassy mind

paper thoughts fall,

lanterns in the air.

 

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