She smiles,
a slow, careful smile
that curdles on top like bad milk,
a skin freezing in increments over troubled
waters. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says
to the accompaniment of the skeletons doing a jig in her coat closet.
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He Never Saw Her Value
He never saw her value,
the way the sun drew out
the gold in her hair and her heart,
until it was too late.
Solid,
comforting,
mining worth from the
crumbs he tossed at her feet,
she died to him slowly;
over years of neglect,
the arteries seeking sap
withered and found new source.
He reaches,
but grasps air –
she is falling,
falling,
ore he can no longer touch,
gem he can no longer claim
as his own.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 