My Poetry #1

Just the basics

Velvet,
Thorium,
Potassium,
All poured into a glass spoon,
Teeth, her teeth sink past..
The gears turn,
Making metal noises,

STOP: •
Cries from above,
See the mean fairy dance,
Leaves fall, suddenly I don't know,
How long or how shallow the grave,
Will be

- KRD