Tears

in #poetry8 years ago


From the bottom of havock 

She lay

In a door of glass

She hid her face

And crazy men

In yellow hats

Mocked the fear

That dripped helplessly

And the wounded dog

Wanted nothing more

Than eyes of fear

Behind the muddy river

Without a holt

It ran

Past rocky frown

And puffy neck

It spread and jogged

And sweat glands didn’t fill

For flow was far too eager

And carat rich body

Was frictionless surface

Now the river drips

Off ramps of pale flesh

And stops at sharp ends

Of shoulder and hip

 -Bianca Gain