Friday, March 7, 2014

The Red Full Stop

This is a night of blood
of red anger
with a moon like a pearl
a bride's bad omen stitched into her dress
foretelling of tears

Somewhere in that milky night
a bird shrieks
hissing whispers spilling
a mother's nightmare

A wardrobe unopened
in a dusty room
as two sons never return

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