Yesterday,
I entered
through
The flood gates
into her past
of once upon a time
From
the depleted
framework
I entered
into the bedroom
of once upon a time
Shadows
on the ceiling
danced with phantoms
of the young woman
who lived there
once upon a time.
The crimson
tattoos
on the carpet
must have been badges
that she held
once upon a time
The walls still held
the chains on
to which she was
positioned
as a mannequin
once upon a time
Easing my physique
through the entrance
I turned back
and gently
closed the door
of, once upon a time.
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