The Worth of a Miser's Daughter
THE WORTH OF A MISER’S DAUGHTER
total exposure upon a couch, soiled in gold -
a thing to be used, a miser’s daughter.
he’d not thought her of any worth.
she quivers behind a mask.
at first – a blood red moon
floated past her window.
she cares no more for the blue
sky nor clouds nor dress
her soul cringes behind the pale moon mask
9/13/2016
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2016
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