Metamorphosis VA Poem by Solomon
Slip down into the low bed of flowers
outside Mrs. Slatterly’s window, on the corner of Dunn and Dam. Listen to that black widow cry as shards of glass pierce her wax lips, as her hips move slowly from right to left. Please, let the hornets bore in your nose as if they were returning to the warm womb of their once loving mothers, because the scent of fresh candy apples is like nothing else. I fear you don’t understand. Do not question me! sweet child, or the world will once again turn to salt. © 2012 Solomon |
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