Helen

She is feather and glass,
as she lifts indignant chin
and spits words like wax.

They land in tiny rivulets.
Crawl like snakes
down her arm,
and wrap around gnarled fingers.

She clenches and releases. Clenches and releases.
Snaps her jaw tight, and stares behind her.
  
I lotion her skin,
smooth unruly hair
and offer her tea.

Reviews

[Me]

wonderful poem

[Sometimes Blood]

Sensational write.