Watch
Watch
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Her face hung above
stretched, dark blue-
no, black-
no, violet-
no, no-
makeup and glitter masked
the crone’s folds and wrinkles-
she put on a new coat every dusk
before her watch
a single eye, winking every fortnight
gazed below at
petty beings who slept, wondering
when it would all come crashing down.