'Mares' -poem
Like a fragile oyster
The black velvet box
Opens in The Girls hands.
the tables clinking
The plates scratching
around them.
Shards fall from The Girls eyes
her gaze wafts up,
catching in its gossemer nets,
The Bear's hollow stare.
IT snaps shut
The Girl's breath burns,
Spiders crawl across her skin
The Bear claws
Through her hair.
The Girl ties her arms
Around The Bear,
Clasping her hands
The black velvet box
coming between them.
The Girl leans
Head on The Bears Chest
Drums lulling them
into a syrupy doze.
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In the Air conditioned nightmare
Of a funeral home,
The Woman's hair is tied
in a tight bun
and covered in netting.
She wears her pine overcoat well.
Too red lipstick on her lips
Too red rouge on her cheeks
The Woman's ash-like hair is frayed
bleached at the roots
The Mourners eyes squint
face scrunches
Eyes roving The Woman's hollow shell:
The Splotches on her face,
her cross strung across her chest.
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