broken cups on the floor
and the woman weeping in
the faint light of
the front room
cinnamon in the air
a Christmas Tree
upended
ornaments broken,
ground into the carpet
White Christmas
playing
somewhere
soft
tears rubbed
into pink skin
and the wind
brings the snow
twinkling against
frosted glass
plates in the sink,
caked with food
a cat skitters by
I am asleep
in the bedroom,
covers pulled tightly
to my chin,
dreaming
of summer
her hands
upon my back
her tears
on my chest
the cold outside
and sobbing
in my ear
the lantern of
sleep
glows behind
my eyes
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