When It's All Shadows

Forbidden satin flowers
...that really only existed in her imagination.
They bloomed on a Friday.
A rusting key
...that didn't fit into the lock.
They never trusted her.
The slowly drawn blinds
...shutting tomorrow out from within.
They longed to be open.
The all-knowing antique doll
...sitting perched on her bookshelf
wishing it could tell.
It knew--
it knew.

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