Pins and Needles

 

Pins and needles

biting like beetles

as the clock strikes ten.

The moonlight's over windowed steeples

towering in the sky

cast shadows on high

cradling, with a dark heart’s

lamented, fermented

sour lullaby

reaching for

the right,

praying to get through

each night ‘til

the light.


2018


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