Tuesday, October 22, 2013

A Cure (#203)

Better than painkillers, she 
says, dipping her finger into 
a tiny lava flow of cream
cheese icing, delivering it to her 
lips with no attempt at daintiness. 

Outside, the water runs in a silver 
stream to the edge of the grass. 

A stack of weeds, roots clutching
remnants of soil, lay wilting 
next to a cracked, tangerine-vinyl 
knee cushion. 

In the redwood tree, a crow 
cackles in delight.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six