Your presence is heavy
In my house
Hidden high in a closet
Where shoes used to reside
Low heels in black
In darkness you wait
Like the plunger
Of a pinball machine
Sending death
Spiraling round and round
Your click is now silenced
Yet it reverberates through
Bones shattering
Life and goodness
Ripping apart
Trying to ascertain
Moral and immoral
From defense
And safety
Your weight
Is enough too
Causing black holes
To form draining
Light life love
Will it save
The same is
So you sit
High in the shoe box


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