Thursday, December 12, 2013

fringe of teeth

there were teeth at the window
looming, glaring, bared
impatient
and she lingered in the sunset's
palate of pinks and soft tangerines
pulled the curtain back and bristled
bracing resentment against the center
betrayal, the constant
quivering cornerstone
aptly bringing her to her knees.

~

RNH