Provocative shadows scream at me.
My mind trembles within aching memory
I am a girl of anachronism-
straining to abandon thoughts of him.
Spiders spin webs within nightmares.
This is an absence of my worst fear.
Replacing my fear is an emptiness.
My dream land is a vast field of loneliness.
Upon the field sprouts a frail flower.
She's begun to wilt from lack of shower.
She slowly but surely fades away
continuing to be ignored by this passing day.
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