first sanctuary,
retreat from chaos
raging daily…
hiding spot
from harmful ones…
seeking,
yet always found…
eventually filled
with meaningless possessions,
meaningful to her…
until day she returned
finding her treasures,
trinkets,
thrown away, cast aside…
harboring secrets,
concealing cache…
magic crimson elixir
no longer enchanting,
replaced by memories..
flashbacks demanding
their stories be heard.
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