in the black hood,
come! Pierce
my heart
with the sharp ring
of the doorbell;
throw pebbles
at my window
with the perilous sound
of hail on a tin roof.
No more of these
odd hints: a petal
of blood here…
in the black hood,
come! Pierce
my heart
with the sharp ring
of the doorbell;
throw pebbles
at my window
with the perilous sound
of hail on a tin roof.
No more of these
odd hints: a petal
of blood here…
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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