mikeTheFable

Grace One step back to accept Three forward into cement That sparkling exemplar, your name rots and rusts You straining to coalesce Nails dug into the doorframe Diamond dusts sprinkled into the blood from your broken nose Rhubarb Bury my head in your pillow Inhale your quite snug sight, under cloth and light of clasped buttons and red lace panties flung at the door; bolt pressed into the frame tightly