Treachery

Canvas grazes ground

Treachery festoons the air

Shadow spheres behind

Cutting the blue

With seamstress precision

Petite fingers coil the twisted

Remains of a previously pink coat

Eyes remnant of

Secluded Sundays

Temper ground

Questions vie, countered

By spectacle and mood

Scuffed linen echo's break-times play

Aided and abetted

By the grate of brick on heel

She, opposed to pavement

Mimics each footfall

Adjacent to a new friend

Spicule glares detonate

Returning between each

Sman fired

There's no repose

No reparation

Silence passes amoung us

Filling your extreme

Like a bubble

Explosion is imminent

Finally, you burst

Exorcising each barb

I add liniment

Preaching natures way

Smoothing deficiency

We finish with a smile

Knowing there will be

Many times like this

Treachery has her season

But swiftly moves on

lex ?04