Year of Turquoise

She fell
deeply in.
Further
drowning
with each
month passing

until she
came to
December.
Laying at
the icy
bottom
her heart
beat but
once more

as she
remembered
such colors
warm, inviting,
like lights
strung
around a
Christmas
tree.

And then
she fell fast
asleep.

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