As I Hold Mercy to a Whim
Your ribaldry of my heart,
hurts, some of its parts,
now lost,
s c a t t e r e d
across the floor,
a revelation,
we can ignore
for as I hold mercy to a whim,
a slip of light swims,
in scores across my eye,
splashing,
in each puddle,
emerging,
as I cry.
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2024
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