She...
revelrous without
the alibi
of Christmas
many join in
swiftly slicing shadows
from looming skyscrapers
few see beneath
the ****** of mirth
children sob within
partners in crime
with adult eyes
destined to stare
at arid landscapes
removed from life's
scorpion bite
somewhat inspired by a recent poem by Lydia XIII 'Intentional' - many a bright and breezy stance belies much torment within