Hooded Slipper (78250920)

by kholinar

Beyond what’s fixed
she hems red shifts,
rav’ling as we pass.
Aphasia barks, as
myth and fables drift
in certain realms
unsettled planes
A narrow Miss
would stir up surly fits
so singular, she’d crush
their bits with bliss.
The myth fits
battered glass,
stairs and steps
as trips and traps.