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Somber Season

Notice her skeletal hand
As she tugs the wine soaked curtains
See her dirty nails�.
�..Or what�s left of them
For they�ve been chewed to the cuticle
I think she gave up long ago
When the seasons soured, she often wonders what went wrong
The renewal of spring, the sunny kiss of summer, the crimson and carmine of autumn, and winter�s pearlescent days
She never liked the cold, it consumed what little warmth was left
But there were angels in the snow, and that was enough for her

Four seasons have dissolved into a muddy river
She calls it another day of utter misery and waste
Like Jadis cast her spell, so to has this world become an eternal nightmare
Not one yielding icicles or hellish castles
She calls this one
�somber season�
For it holds nothing, yet everything
It doesn�t make sense until you live it
And if you see her house covered in smoke, knock on the door
You can break in if there�s silence
Hold that hungry little girl
Share a bottle of loneliness
The curtains are closed many weeks at a time
It�s painful to hope, despite what she hears
Trying to find goodness in this wasteland brings her defeated tears
All in the name of �healing�

I must confess, she checks the windows every now and then
Should she see the day
Those four seasons of old, return again.