The cage of death

The  cage  of death.
Its  fingers
creeping behind the door
 are  suffocating
the space  between  words

that

With the wet kiss of lavender

Slowly folds

Between   the soft holds

lingers often.

And yet

Kills

In soft thrills.

The  silk thread
Liquid in high pitch

Squeals  as she points  out the corpse.

 adh 2015