Wailing pictures play a melody
upon your apple-shaped heart
smothering the acrid atmosphere
as though it had been shrouded
by the knight you adore.
One that drowns your mind in such contriteness
putting your sanity into a vice
and sings of faulty escapes
leaving you hidden amidst golden pages
to retell every tale for the thread of time
dirty and abused.








8 old applause
