Fragility
Be careful!
His mother warned.
Between your palms–
which I hope are clean–
you hold a snow white
dove.
Look!
It already has a broken wing.
And his palms met,
his cuffs stained with oozing crimson.
He felt nothing
at all.
Be careful!
His mother warned.
Between your palms–
which I hope are clean–
you hold a snow white
dove.
Look!
It already has a broken wing.
And his palms met,
his cuffs stained with oozing crimson.
He felt nothing
at all.