'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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