Nov 2011
Pale bones corroded,
structured in squares,
sit idly,
and stare.
They always stare.
A lofty bed,
with wrinkled cottons.
Tattered blanket.
Pillows shuffled all aloof.
The curtains are closed.
structured in squares,
sit idly,
and stare.
They always stare.
A lofty bed,
with wrinkled cottons.
Tattered blanket.
Pillows shuffled all aloof.
The curtains are closed.
(Arkansas)
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