Loose Threads

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”

Poem copyright protected and the property of Victoria Ramsey.

Not to be used without permission.

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