Still wondering about quieted scratching, a weapon
splinters in coarse fabric. Dawning a coat,
Protect me from this crawling arachnid (zipper
snags on skin), Cold shall eat my hands
& an asymmetrical staircase warps glass floors
so the rain in the gutter flows sideways.
Heaven lies beneath my trembling shins, &
I can't make it down the steps.
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