Sleepwalking through Slivers

..
Caught
in his claws, she can’t get

(Out,)

free, can’t see the light
beyond the bars. Out

(damn’d spot, I say!)

of her mind, she counts

(one; two:)

her blessings, few, her
sorrows full. He has tainted
her with kisses, shattered stain
-glass words,
smudge of fist. Her wrists
are bruised, but today she’s
fully cleansed her heart.

(Yet, here’s a

 

…………………..spot.)

 

..
Written for Poetic Asides

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One Response to Sleepwalking through Slivers

  1. ocean bones says:

    I love this. I keep thinking of things I want to say, but then I don’t. I just keep re-reading it instead.

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