Little woman in her room,
dark curtains from nineteen twenty –
she curls in the comforting gloom
of unchanging certainty.
Books that have fallen prey to time,
a prom dress in aged blue.
Forgetting the past is a crime.
What's old is as good as new.
Tempted by the cheer of youth,
she peels the blinds gingerly –
but her eyes refuse to see the truth,
taunted by uncertainty.
Little woman in her room, never
to the door will she step near.
So in the dark she stays, forever
haunted
by the ghost of fear.
–
Void
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