Dec 05, 2011 18:59
pink water. sluiced off ivory skin
tinted yellow like a smoker's fingers from age;
she, too, coughs and tries to ignore the mucus on the floor
and reaches out, trembling, to a brass cage.
the still-beating muscle contained with in hesitates
spurts once
like that young boy who held her down that one time
with an american flag waving in the background
red, blue - the stars are scars
and it finally
rests.