Face
on my wall,
exposing your
constant vigilance.
“Til death do we part”
and a long time afterwards.
We sign the contract
but don’t read
the fine print,
until we’ve
already paid
the price.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Face
on my wall,
exposing your
constant vigilance.
“Til death do we part”
and a long time afterwards.
We sign the contract
but don’t read
the fine print,
until we’ve
already paid
the price.