Elizabeth Carman
Elizabeth Carman
Mar 26, 2012

Watch your step, sweetheart,
lest the whole tangled deck come crashing down.
These are not ordinary cards,
these are lead,
these are steel,
these are gold-plated darkness
and they will crush your fragile soul.
Fail, even for one second, to guard those hearts
and they will kill without hesitation.
There is no floor plan, no secret salvation.
This is a shoddy house,
built on a foundation of failures,
held together by good intentions,
fenced in by hope.

 
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