an ashen-blond
maiden, with locks
down to her ankles.
bluish-grey-green
eyes, rarer than their
rocks.
is flung out of a pile of
emulsified leaves--to the
flourishes of an arch.
into a sink's basin, large
enough to be a bathtub.
strumming the eights of
cobwebs...she tears out her
heart, & begins scrubbing
it frantically.
until her hands dissolve to
her elbows.