Eight thirty.
One morning. Monday.
Sadness.
An incised heart ,
A Scrambled -brain
with crippled feet
ambled upon.
Go back.
Go away.
Flap
your wings
Go.
Do not cross.
No entry here.
Words tossed.
a wave-rib cracked
an amber heart died
again and again.
Crawled back.
12/12/2016