Memory Assassin
Saturday, 27 December 2014
a foreign religion
flutterby, grey moth
that silkens this still gate.
the clamour outdoors
is fanatic
in this darkened place.
aftermath beckons
with lips as twisted
as a splintered
torture bench.
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