Oh, Joy.

Sunken eyes pierced through the lens of her oversized dark frames

Surrounded by wiry, unkempt, gray tresses

As her long, bony fingers stirred the brew of our

Childhood imaginations.

The brew foretold of mystery and evil

Unlike her name…

Joy.

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