Thursday, January 15, 2015

joan

Krkk!
sharp stones
crunching under her and all her
ornaments, her suits, her chin

creak of leather
it's irresistible.

               -- To go.
No.

               -- To stay then.

This is no place to stay, Emerald Eyes.
But if left with no choice, come Tuesday.

*dusts hands

What you are
is that sword
by her hip