The Deadly by David MauriceI've gone cold escaping
I am a patchwork roof
quilted with shingles
old and worn
The squirrels
and the birds
and the rains
know the way in
I am a cracked mug
I am a thin-lipped saucer
brimming over
I lie on the table-cloth,
patterned wheels left in a time
when colours were bright
I see the threads hang down
My cheek is grained,
hardwood heavy on my breath,
boards warped with the moisture
The cellar yawns a promise,
green eyes in the darkness pooling,
foundations crumbling below
06/15/2014 Author's Note: sins
Posted on 06/16/2014 Copyright © 2024 David Maurice
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