The off-white necklace
sits coiled like a viper,
each memory it evokes
seeps like venom.
I envision my trembling hand
yanking them apart,
watching as each pearl
dances and bounces
across the hardwood floor.
My love for you is as absent as your mother.
That string of spheres
wasn't the only think you gave me.
The other is not so easy to rid;
fear.
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