rabbit shed
his weighted heart smacked reality
emotion slashed to standstill
heinous ethereal shrouds hung air
softly pitched
the requiem
ran bloodied fur and flesh
torture
dragged, stretched, twisted
lifeless bodies
carpeting floor
mauled kittens
legs once nested in fur
dangled chewed breeding boxes
motherless
surreality melded aluminium
wood, ether and concrete
high wire windows screamed sharp
cold light
down across shavings
displaced corded drinkers
stretched sideways
hung rafters
like eerie webbed stage props
numbed disappointment
rose
this inner gallery cold
still
siphoned to a lull in space and time
anesthetized
blunt
frenzied elements
fully drained
biting winds outside
waiting
to whip up structure
some type of normality
inside
empty
ran the rabbits’ gauntlets
blues, gingers, chocolates, whites
there
but gone
- © Jean Bohuslav 2020
Jean Bohuslav lives on the Surf Coast of Victoria where she belongs to a poetry group. Her work can be found on Kissing Dynamite, Mad Swirl, Poetry on the Move, Tango Australis as well as Bluepepper
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