This poem is taken from Stand 244, 22(4) December 2024 - February 2025.
Shed
Here in the shed the dark
sweats the scent off death
the rust a bed once wept
a doll hung by half a leg.
her one eye winks as
the cord uncoils to stick
a web.
he braces the noose. a bulb
blinks a moth in chrysalis,
...
sweats the scent off death
the rust a bed once wept
a doll hung by half a leg.
her one eye winks as
the cord uncoils to stick
a web.
he braces the noose. a bulb
blinks a moth in chrysalis,
...
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