Of Courtyards
by Mark Navarro
upon the ice
upon the ice
SLIP!
CRASH!
her feet taunted
tampered and struck
with surprise
her hips sore
and her hands
bruised
her breath thick
with wine
and sleep
her eyes welled
with tears of pain
and shame
the ice black
like her eyes -
once blue and bright
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment