a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label The Red Chair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Red Chair. Show all posts

Sunday, November 25, 2012

The Red Chair at The Mag

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THE RED CHAIR

The empty house could speak.
You only had to listen.
Oh, the tales it told
Of happy times
Of people grown old.

The windows removed
And broken
They found her in the chair
They put her in a "home"
Cause all she did was stare.

The world inside her head
Still lived
Though no expression clear
Wetness on red velvet
No one saw the tears.
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