Sunday, March 28, 2010

Snuffing the Dregs

Snuffing the Dregs



When she walks into their house
on bright sunlit afternoons,
the blinding burns.
Cheap plastic ornaments affront,
but she swallows the lion’s gaze.
When his selfish words
thieve in from the grave
gleaning sundry farewells,
her quiet thoughts quake
those plastered walls
better than his trigger
finger ever could.

________________________

Jennifer Hollie Bowles


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