The Armonés

The Armonés

A Poem by Wessik

A poem.

Her hair hangs as silver tinsel
draped over orange blooms
that bud from out her chest.

Her nails cling to his tight
vest as slender fingers
pop buttons of ivory
from wire hooks.

A son and daughter
burst thereafter
from the woman's womb.

The boy of freckled face
unlaces her boudouir
with a quivered lower lip,
and hands as useful
as a horses hooves.

An aging father
soon scowls thereafter
from the shadowed hall.

He holds her to his leather
jerky skin, though she push
away. A skinny walking cane
jabs her bony hide. He strings
her up as strings upon a violin.

A perfect daughter
cries thereafter
from her piercéd skin.

© 2012 Wessik

Author's Note

So... um... here it is. Thanks for reading.

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Added on January 24, 2012
Last Updated on January 24, 2012



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