The petal silk of her skin, Pronounced against a gloam of hair, Rescinds the black glitter of her eyes, Void of warmth And deep as space. Keeping safe Her staggered spirit Wrapped in the density of tweed, Shibboleth of widow’s weeds In hues of night and shadow, Some may think she is unhinged, The ringer […]
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