Closure
By intheiceysky
Sun, 11 Nov 2012
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Leisure happened to provide
the opportunity to look
through the glossy pages
of our family picture book.
Under a cherry tree
a waif swings bloody ankles
She caught a butterfly
with her sweetened manacles
She tore its wings apart
with delicate fragile hands
She strangled a white rabbit
with candied honey strands
She trapped a youthful dove
within a sugar cage
She looks up at me and smiles
a splash of honey in her rage
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