‘Sorry, we’re closing.’
…and she leaves the battlefield
on her gala-shield.
Jingling with armor,
she fumbles with a jammed lock
in the half-light hall.
In the cold bedroom
she kicks into the corner
a chlamys on which
two heraldic cats
with apathetical smiles
claw a lonely heart.
And then stands face up,
mixing her tears with water
and Bloody Caesar.
by UNBOLT
© All rights reserved 2016
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