Comforts
COMFORTS
so smart looks the stereo
set on the polished marble
top, vase filled
with ashen white lilies so
slender they could be the
stems of death.
Fridges crammed with bleak ice
as food seems to say
'things will always be this way'
but
ice petals know this can never be.
Along slippery tiles echo the
moans- all comforts are lies as
they hide slimy deceit which
clings to visual walls that
tear down to move
comforts lull
and blind blizzards
black wings drink
blood
© Kim van Breda—June 2014
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2014
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