A Thought for Every Word

Predilection

A word accepted
catapults ever toward
distant empty thought

Halls of hollow steps
march bitterly on trampled
linoleum dirt

Little room of quiet
padded window frames open
glassless lidless eyes

Steel bed of desire
cold guise of fragrant mercy
never fails to shed…a predilection for death

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