Your apology is thin wine
invisible ink
unfired bricks
debris in the heap
You’re a bulldozer
look back and see
the rubble mound
China shards and doll parts
bottled venom and soured grapes
broken dreams acidly mourned
A graven queen’s throne
A high harlot's trot
A witch's knot
Mother-sewn costumes
snagged threads
in your plot
Your bitterness is a thin veil
grey on black
red cinder
tar underfoot
It’s going to take time
to dig out from under
all this brick and mortar
I won’t read your invisible ink
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