breakdown (tinsel)

languishing in
this festively
depressive haze
laying on the floor
making angels in
the ashes of dream
fashioning nooses
out of tinsel
to hang myself
above the chimney
with a flourish of
holiday indifference
from fool to a
malformed pinata
filled with the
effervescent sorrrows
beaten daily by
an iron rod of
unfulfilled desires
an advent calendar
where each new door
opens unto a spectacle
of miserable affirmation

it’s beginning to look
a lot like a breakdown

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