The Mind’s Deepest Darkest Corners

It is a closet.

It is closed off.

She throws open the doors, broke the lock, the key is lost.

She wades through the myriad of forgotten mementos of a life long ignored.

Wide-eyed she gazes at the dust coating each corner.

There is no end to the sorrow that pervades this room.

For a moment, she wonders…

Should she?

Could she?

Never mind.

The night is dragging on.

She sits staring happily into the flames.

Everything in that old, musty closet melts among the hot coals.

She sighs.

Now, no one wil...