25 December 2009

Day 358/365

Christmas Eve


She adorns a conifer
with bright red apples
hung from stems
and glistening garland of snake skin.
The top is is a pristine ribcage
(save one, broken at the bottom)
illuminated from the inside
with a single bare bulb.
Beneath,
she places a single gift for herself
and decides whether she should open it tonight
or wait until the morning.


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