https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/fifty/

 

Glided in, silk nightdress torn,

Heated eyes called out the storm;

Accusations pokers that glow red,

from another, claim their bed.

Far away, then present still,

dementia at FIFTY, hopeless pill.

 

 

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