Security
a house that has seen enough
money pass through it to shorten
a lifetime
I know you’re in there
the hallway light’s infiltration
of what you assumed
to be a dark room, your silhouette
held in the drapes, a billboard
advertising fear
disguised as
curiosity, now guilt as you
return to your computer
and me to mine
noting those who stop
before your spiked iron fence
No comments:
Post a Comment