Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

Constricted

She locks the window, the door,
Her heart
Overfeeding a fool no longer
Flowing
In and out of her rooms.

She’s taller than the ceilings,
Lowered,
Concealing  space to gather
Restricted
Within her bitter house

She looks out, behind a door,
No heart
For a fool not so greedy
Fleeing
To the stars for comfort

He’s smaller below the floor,
Lowered,
Concealing, shame in a soul
Constricted
Within her bitter house

No better than a mouse
He doesn’t want to grouse
About shaded windows
The endless nights
With nowhere to go
But in.

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