the heist

Fulsome language
     for a soul bound
        to treacherous stakes
           Shining the rust
                        [or is it blood?|
                  must be]
       caking darkened silver

              Fervid little lights
                 in your ardent eyes/pulling the trigger


              I don’t know how it looks
             when
                              you shatter the rules

I just know everyone’s evacuating the room

[except me, I don’t know a thing

                 busy picking out parures
                       never intending to
                         ever break
                           character]

–LM

2 thoughts on “the heist

  1. Very eerie vivid imagery here 🙂 I read it as someone who’s hidden behind her facade so long that she’s too engrossed to drop the pretence.

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