Her stilettos bang like gavels
toga swathing her lithe torso
she holds the scales high:
ashtray and collection plate
amalgam
blood runs down her thighs
as she uses her white cane;
a sword that keeps the secret
of how she lost her eyes.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 2:30 PM UTC
Her stilettos bang like gavels
toga swathing her lithe torso
she holds the scales high:
ashtray and collection plate
amalgam
blood runs down her thighs
as she uses her white cane;
a sword that keeps the secret
of how she lost her eyes.
