strangled in her own messy maze
Her mood was somber, gloomy, macabre, sad.
Napping all day, nothing made her feel better.
It was raining out, terrific day for a funeral.
Too bad she does not know any dead people.
She returned to her bed, hating herself.
Missing her therapy appointment, but not caring.
Too down to want to get back up.
Her house is a hoarder’s house.
There are barely paths, no one could visit.
Not that they want to.
Her relatives quit her a long time ago.
She has not had a friend for years.
Cats are her companions now.
Her dreams used to be sparklingly wonderful.
Now she has nightmares.
Dreaming of herself getting strangled in her own messy maze.
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