A Murder Most Foul
It’s safe here but there’s nothing left to learnThe walls bare as the furniture, the rug still uncleanMy mirror only speaks when it’s looking back at meCapturing each tremble as I scramble to findThe key to these bars sits attached to the lock outsideThe one you felt fit to force this my homeThat is too heavy for my small talons to ever take hold My … Continue reading A Murder Most Foul
