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Court of the Moirae

May 9, 2013

In the future this will be a short story rather than a poem. 


The only witness to the crime

was a woman with one eye

and that eye did not close to blink.

Vestigial from childhood, the unblinking eye

held in the sting of its salt – it reached in

and around and devoured the other,

its heavy-lidded twin.

It was an act of mercy.


“It was an act of self-preservation,”

the woman testified. “I saw it all.

I must always see it all.”


Weave, weave. One frayed and dangling end

through the chasm of another.


On the podium, the woman’s hands slid together like sharpened shears.


Comments and constructive criticism always welcome. 


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