The Bark: Excerpt from Stilettos


The bark lingers ever more upward

overtaking our speed.

Bridging the separation

conceding to the quiet, watching…

the infection spreading quickly, fevered

nights born from the illness, sweating out

the chemical on, too worn, a sofa, the cushions

molded into submission – imprinted with its weight.

“Such a dangerous thing to do — to fall in love.”

Excerpt from Stilettos
by malakhai.jones

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