I sit quietly weaving memories of you around my fingers
First one hand and then the other
Picturing your sweet face, venom spewing between your lips
Blue eyes turn black, lovely smile becomes grimace
Cat’s cradle holds my hands captive, reminiscent of life with you
Panicked I pull threads loose, freeing myself
Savagely I wad the threaded memories into a ball
Pitch it into the fire where it bursts into bright flame
I smile and say to myself “ Enjoy your trip to Hell dear”
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