Floral Lace
Floral Lace
Black Floral lace
Graced upon the face
Of the widowed witch
A disguise of lost love
A relic of time lost
She’ll find another in a glance
With the utmost chance of circumstance
Subdue him with lust
And let him wear with rust
And claim all of his riches
And don’t give a cluck
At life’s end
She’ll grow old with tags
On clearance, at most
And her potion will repel every man known to land
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
11/17/19
Copyright © Marckincia Jean | Year Posted 2019
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