hole in the drywall

fists redden
under a lightning of suspicion
time took a linger footed walk
  her standing here
  in a nightgown with
  saline stains.
teeth clinch a word
as the rabid dog rapes
human flesh of all
her calm.
voices flutter
a moth dance: higher
broken glass under
bare feet.
standing, she surmises
   the size of home
   is smaller with
   every empty
  slamming door.

28-06

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