A few steps to a door
星期五 十一月 14, 2008 10:17 am
It is okay.
she tells herself, in the dark,
into deaf ears.
her self-portrait abandoned
in the corner,
painted for months or years,
looks back at her, cold.
Her eyes, icy blue,
draped with rough honey,
white like snow-covered soil.
An army of ants crawling in,
occupy their demanding home.