This is her last chance -
like the queen of cats
on life nine.
Caught up in the sins
of a man,
his gristle,
no more.
Coarse sands grind to dust
morsels
in the Hall of Mirrors.
Ailments of Versailles
stop bending to rules of self.
Freedom.
There is no access
to the rex, miss duress
or vex.
The last chance cities
unsettle in changing waters.
The Sea of Azov
digs itself to form an apt trench.
A child’s love for God
packs purpose
then breathes on placards!
Healings of Versailles
pull apart from bones
of the dead
to give eruptions.
Craters of praise in deeper sea.
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