Beautiful Worlds

by Faye Kusairi

Roulette

Bad moon and icing rain

It is not appreciative

Though we are given shelter

Torso will not cool; temperature far too high.

She sweats in the sleeping bag as she writes and complains.

Mournful of her misfortune and the cat sleeps on her lap.

Sunday morning came cold

Icy rain beats the window pane then battered glass shatters.

posted by Faye Kusairi # 16:44

Comments: Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home