Sinner
So I stand alone on this
This is where I landed
This is where I stand for now
Fallen from an oracles nightmare
Dismounted from a cloudy point of contact
At last, realizing whose fault's esteemed
Above glass chandeliers occupy the vast and mesmerizing flickers
I cusp within my hands a dismal bubbling flute and eclipse the weathered denial
Pampering pamphlets slid gracefully beneath my door
looking upon them is enough to stagger motor skills and my tongue cleaves
to front teeth like an anchor to the seafloor
Feels as though falling has succumbed yet again; a curling philosophy
an heirloom of genetics ponder its reflection into my life
© 2018 Courtney Grant
