Cora.

June 10, 2011
Cora
An oration
Lying down, a dancer
The dreamer of violence, Cora.
The redness of a beast.

Cora
Was a butterfly,
A rabid distinction
Of good and evil!

Cora
Evanescent Static

A lingering hesitation

Cora
Was a killer
Twister, Manipulator,
The auspicious ringing
In my ears.
Cora.

Was the unsung song,
Weak as the dirty,
Dead grass.

Cora
Reminiscent
Of a ghastly party
L’Amour.

Cora is
The taste.
The back of my throat
Remembers how she tasted.

Cloven
Cheek in tongue
Don’t tell me
Who Cora Was.
(a chip in the china plate)





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