hell’s window

there is a painting
outside my window,

hell magneting
the day sun’s glow.

stain of last night
rests on my pillow—

my unraveling
with moonlight’s bow.

feels a few feet from
my reach, the sky,

if only dusk can
give me wings to fly.

10.20.2020
©2020 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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For dVerse Quadrille #114 – Poetical Magnetism
Finally, a quadrille after a looong time. ❤

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