A Rather Pallid Piece

A Rather Pallid Piece

It was pale;

Pale all around.

Pale through the windows,

pale in the pallor of her skin.

She glanced around her pale house

that reflected her pale life, and

the pale coldness in her heart

from years of pale loneliness in her soul.


All of it, pale.


Her pale living did not satisfy her,

and so she did what all pale people do;

She walked out her pale door,

took her last breath of pale air

and glided to the water’s pale edge.


As she descended,

the paleness turned to darkness;

A smile stretched across her pale lips,

and the darkness turned to black.

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