Tag: bones

• A Real Fixer-Upper

  The house of this heart was a real fixer-upper. A bona fide eyesore if you knew how to look. Good bones, she had, but see? Desuetude draped heavy on her, shrouding windows, latching doors, and in the darkness labored on, devouring sinews undisturbed ’til only bones remained. Can these bones live? Within the shadow of…

  revweisass

  October 27, 2022

  poetry

  bones, desuetude, heart, poetry