That Special Drawer
Artwork by Evguenia Ioganov 'Last Roses'
their aroma still haunting
black and white photos
their zig zag borders somehow in tact
long after the names have been forgotten
to protect the not so innocent
crumpled snippets of songs
ones that were never quite written
while one broken strand of pearls
does the nasty with another
a giggle sticks in my throat
in a moment of compassion gone wrong
this splintered life whistles
just a bit off key in a cabaret act
no one comes to see anymore....
except of course me
whenever I open that 'special' drawer.
Poetry by Lydia Shutter
By NJ Virg
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