tacky, too small
towel

folded over
mirror,

powdered yet
damp,

caving sun starved
cheek,

tepid swan tears
in her sway,

no push to
speak,

curtains hang like
eyelids,

sorrows perched
on shoulder
bare,

chipped comb teeth
parting grey
hair.

a tired punch through
frozen glass

to evade the
clasp of
time,

deep cleansing cuts
on hands,

in gushing life from
busted dam.