Derelict Museum

Coal hearted caretaker never could accept or give love has a collection of wounded women placed them in his half dead heart museum.. he painted over one with an oil colored tongue stuffed her into a silent taxidermy bird He turned some into paper mâché mobiles fingered them into a sad sort of yellowing void of any hope then left them for dead Forever spinning at the end of his selfish rope. Others sit hollow eyed- clay pot women chipped and rotting from disrespect and neglect. Lastly, a foyer of unsmiling, bronze busts monuments to his volcanic prick of destruction. One conquest was glass blown he wove her spirit into a poem. Hung it in a forgotten corner of his mind framed it in his blood and karmic dust... Someday he'll have to pay back all debts, and become a forgotten etching in a derelict museum.