The black mirror shatters under the pressure of a goose-lamp interrogation, a wire vessel, dreamscape haemorrhage as the inverted dunce cap scrapes the bottom of the LavAzza can.
Corpulent envelopes, more stones to slowly burst the creaking ribcage.
sun pours on cobwebs –
a plate bears two silver spheres
in the oak cupboard.
December 13th, 2018, 10:30pm.