Kyle Shield Laster
! The Skeletonette In The Closet - Poem by Kyle Shield Laster
In the middle of my tomb
I'd banished him...
I resurrect from my flooded coffin
Hell bent on
My infant heart shatters as I realize
For the hundredth time that-
Like prisms held up to sunlight
Tears, too, can play cruel tricks at night.
So, as my heart miscarries
For the hundredth time,
I stiffen as I remember-
My lack of you-
Need of you,
But even though you're Church Bells
Away from me
You won't again grant me peace
Or pleasure at night-
For I know you're warming up her thighs.
I know you're warming up her thighs.
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