victims
of a witch
liplocked
with a
slow jinx
like lemonade
hearts
on a nickel
store's stand
it's too hot.
.
don't laugh
at how absurd
it all feels
as i hanged,
faltering by the
edge, fulcrum
taking hold
of every sense
of each word
from a fall
kill the sunlight.
.
the apartment
doors are
closing, but
i'll hold
the knob ajar
and cover
the peephole
against intruding
eyes and
hushed tones
i'll warmly wait for soon.
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Poesie"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake
