clockwork

Brittle rust~petals blindly ::blink:: in joints
the smoothboned sweep gone gritty from foil flowers,
their perfectly perforated edges
grin
griptoothed and fiercely hungry
Bi-ting tighTly
night-by-night
Jailors. Losing their g.r.i.p

They delight in doubt, gorge on its fattening flesh
thick.in.mouth and
rooodly ooozing.
each gobfull (swells) their softening clamp-grip
as
hours
drag days
through ragged dreams
and quietly closer
to dawn.

copyright ebbyeasby/beeskiffle 2014

~ by Beeskiffle on March 15, 2014.