on the soft carpets where

   on the soft carpets where the
Damage was the worst
   Did you see the burns as
A new symbol of his love?
   Or did you just accept it
As the price you pay for a
   Semblance of Security at night
But you still dream of kindness
   and gentle blades of grass
      don’t you?

Soapbox Artist: collecting art & literature of the worst kind