It keeps the poison safe,
room temperature whatever the environment.
Clutch-bag, snap, carried away.
Not left to linger in the nut bowl,
in case temptation leads to someone’s premature demise.
Tag: sinister
A photograph of a bench by a lake
The bench is open to any body
contemplating the cool glass before it.
It sees the day and the night, a breeding
ground for those lost souls who have been guided
falsely by the clouds.
It sits in the one patch of sun breaking through the shadows
playing bait. It knows some
will wish to be swallowed up.
Treeshallow Musings 