Elephant Feathers

Jane will tell a lie and doors will click shut, her key will turn, solitude. Jane will shed a tear and silence will envelope her, the latches are still down, sorrow. and the unspoken scrabble tiles linger and glitter taunting all in the room with elephant feathers. Jane will cave in, implode. and latches and locks will be the only witnesses. Ignoring the feathers won't help Jane get better. So blow out the candles, 17 candles and wish Jane another year.