Fear fogged the windows of her house,
Flooding shadows,
Creeping up the walls.
Doubt pounded on the doors as
She pulled her life around her…
Snug…
A crystal thimble
In tissue neatly wrapped.
Kept safe…
Unused…
In the back bedroom drawer.
Her fragility, at first a disguise,
Became reality in time.
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