Lashes Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Lashes



The black run of lashes
Bats
Brushes the air
Betrays another tale
Closing the tear -
Dry-lined white
Reddening in the eye
Deadens mind -
One wonders

The arm-leg order loosens;
She falls
Chair-bound
Inside the deaf room

Her dress dies on their behalf;
It's all dead now

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2014

Saturday, November 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Eyes
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