I N H E R S H O E S
She tiptoed through weathered daydreams
The unbidden delusion of gilded discord
As it trifled her.
Floored by fancy, by curtained naiveté
As it toyed with her.
For she slipped, slithered, spiralled
As the floor beneath her caved.
The taut lacings of satin ribbon unraveling
Forewarned of saccharine dismay
Spoken in a language that needed not a word
And yet her silhouette bedimmed by evening gloom
Her worn ballet slippers, shrouding timid whims
To happen upon travelled perspicacity.
So that she may acquiesce the very utterance of her musings,
So that one may learn to traverse wearied frailty
With the fluidity of her reticence
The descent of an inquisition wandered
Tread ever so lightly,
In her shoes.
C L O C K W O R K
She feared not the timeless conundrum
Of an estranged yet familiar folly,
A wash of simple word engulfing her
In what was once an intricate tell
Of sunken skin and breathless badinage.
An invited overture withered,
A timepiece and the tender tick
Of the hushed umbrage
That coursed through her,
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