Farewell Abigail,
with your sweet
and sour memories tucked
up in corners and behind eyes
shut tight.
Facades emblazoned
with words of truth
and comfort.
Wildfires rage
in angry desolation.
With pretty little flames
licking the stars.
Bright.
Goodbye, Abigail,
good girl with
arms wide shut.
Embracing all that is true
and distrusted.
I lock you. Up.
For good time's last moment.
Turn the key.
Click.
Click. Heels walk quickly.
Glad our hellos shall never
greet again.
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