on a long dark staircase
she pausesforbreath, white-knuckled
grip on the mahogany banister
a rainstorm escapes from her eyes
a rainstorm escapes from her eyes
in the next room
he waits in velvet, his silent
mouth g a p i n g at his Sunday best
a glowing hand has taken him away
a glowing hand has taken him away
Vote: Just how long am I going to survive working full-time at a place riddled with death and fire ants?
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