he flashing lights shine brightly upon her face
They are teasing her, mocking her
The star atop the great pine glares down at her
A menacing dictator
This is not Christmas, this is hell
The multitudes of lights look like eyes
His eyes.
Burning through her soul.
Memories...
These days used to hold such meaning, such love...
Together in this very room, adorning the tree with merry embellishments
Sounds of laughter, joyous thoughts of love filling the air
Together, a lovers' embrace by the crackling fire
Memories...
Lying on the floor now, staring at the ceiling,
This room feels like a tomb
The images keep playing through her mind
Slowing her heart a little more with each passing second
Memories...
A table, still set for two, lies untouched
The lone candle in the center, has long since gone out
Leaving the flashing bulbs to be the only illumination
Shining red upon her beautiful, motionless face
Memories...