Brushed metal and auburn wood
outline
contented countenances and
blushed cheeks; facing
foundations of finite tantrums of
disbursement.
Medium-height carpet.
Phones buzzed and giraffes arched
to peek;
the borders fell off the bedroom
wall
favoring the shallow
underpinnings of sleep.
Interlocution unfurled a bland
flower on the side:
décor for a slipper. Memories of
walking on walls,
idolized as to not be forgotten:
the grayness.
Tulck...tulck…“Have you killed
someone?”
There must be a telltale heart to
be silenced
With each thrust the glass
reflects a crack.
The splintered window was a priori opaque;
the characters thrived on a foggy
ocean pier.
Invisible lies threw dagger-drops
unclear.
Three nightmares that detriment
sleep
from the ground up; recollection
of mist
feathering a face. Drizzle-dry as
a dream.
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