Awall
They’re matchsticks, threadbare
like overstretched dresses,
watercolour souls drain like lightning scars
spilling down your leg; much the same
body for body, tongue for tongue,
patting rifles like dog hairs
listening inside for heartbeats,
waiting to pull…out.
Eyes drift like glaciers,
lockinstep, lockinsight,
it’s all so f a r
from bedtime stories
and tuckings in, the
half-felt jokes sink
like lead, the parental orders like
bombs,
scatter
from the promised land, you’ve
been evicted, your children are dead.
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