Down with it.

We take no pleasure from this 

from the crooked displays

to the cold hardwood floor that lies underneath 

Curled up curtains with dazzled toes 

she swayed side by side 

the sun managed to find an inkling of hope

I see cold air rising 

While sun beams down on me

Conviced them all to wear sweaters 

So they can sweat in fear 

Submitted: August 24, 2015

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