Mice

Loathing smitten

O so gracious mouse

With a waterfall trailing

Light and heavy

 

Gushing guts and cycle debris of streetlights

With the warmth of a pleasure killing the nerve

And nearly a light 

With the raise of a palm and the scream of the curls 

This made the mouse heavy

 

Pleasure never seemed right after that

 

Come in peace and in age

The life was entered

But the high nose and the portrayal of supremacy kept it away

 

Until new year,

That was when the universe saw an opportunity.

And flirted with it.

 

Red cards were exchanged

Red lipstick was worn

And eventually in misfortunate fortunate events

Red blood was shed.

And the mini was blessed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[mhaie]

Nice. I enjoy reading it.