12 July 2014


the mountain, riven open with
a single slash of her hand, reveals the
veins of precious metals, jewels,
hid beneath the din, grey

exterior, the cheerful trees topped
with snow, toppled, toothpick splintered,
the picture-postcard
torn in two, jagged edges
fanning her cheeks, hot with

anger.  she picks the jewels out,
one by one, cracks them between
her teeth, as the wastewater,
grittily thick, tears down in rivulets

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