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.