Look to the hole
in the wall
from which
a white rubber gloved hand
cleanly pulls
stubbed
and still fresh
yesterday’s lies.
by matt at shadow of iris
femme fatale ii
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nice poem…vivid
Very soul-stirring and mysterious.
Thank you both for your kind words!