"the old house/golden throne"

[rikethink]

scattered blink back 15
years
1. your house is holy lying
breathless
amidst blackberry bushes (time stretches) 2. eyes
flutter-
ing past toothless
realms reach
Now
1. the end of a rope
buried giggling
somewhere beneath folds of dry
skin 2.
your house’s holey
gold soured & thrown
up
(into a tree
to drown)