Black Christmas

Under Christmas Tree

No scattering of presents under tree.

Two feet sticking out.

Christmas can be sad time but

nothing is sadder than death.

Murder, suicide?

Who is to say?

An overturned flowerpot.

Blood pooling on carpet like

spilt cinnamon.

I light a candle for comfort

and any evil lingering.

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