Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you.
Poetical Musings - 1. Al
Seven years ago
I punched a mirror when I saw your face,
leering in place of my own.
As I watched the quicksilver
coursing down the wall,
I wondered how near the thud of wood was
to the dislocating creak of jaw –
or perhaps the thump
of your custom-made cowboy boots,
black leather inlaid with red
rattlesnake scales, as they dropped
your legs into your polished
oak box.
Combine the three:
the creak of its lid,
the thump of nails driven home,
the thud of precipitating earth.
A turn towards misfortune
delivered me from you.
- 1
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you.
Recommended Comments
Chapter Comments
-
Newsletter
Sign Up and get an occasional Newsletter. Fill out your profile with favorite genres and say yes to genre news to get the monthly update for your favorite genres.