a tattered red shirt stains the floorboards
woven ink pools
‘round my ankles
my bones lie heaving on mattress stacks
somewhat mangled
debauchery bent
a shelf of weary arteries and broken backs
leans awkwardly
stones supporting
the innermost article i place in question
quest of suffrage
i yearned for dearly
doubtless,
i tore it out!
i had no need for it at all…
