Author Junk

Ode to the Dark – H.G Scott

Left shoe is blunt though smooth
As it scrapes across the floor
The holes in thy heels are cavernous
As thy leaves socks on boards

Thy pack off, covered in colors
Unzip the stitches to expose
The contents inside come to light
As anxiety flows in its fearful flight

Lunch and bare bottle dragged up and away
To the table where they stay
Ragged cloth slips off the top
As hair is released from confides to a mop

Shirt rides up to expose pale skin
Thrown into basket to be washed
As metal clasps stay locked tight
To restless body parts at night

Voices waft from closed door with whispers
Though dark silence they fight
Long legs curled up in fabric barely awake
Never hearing the small whispered goodnight


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