title. Jar of Moles
She unshackled the snake that had lain asleep
Throughout young love often felt too deep
And threw it mercilessly upon strong weep
And hoped to finally break him.
Ice laced her cold love, a skill well taught
To hide away from this boy’s thought
And curl away in an ignorant fort
Hoping the soul would flicker dim.
For though she cut him and made him scar
The mirror that bordered her would take him far
And he would leave her bereft clutching the jar
Of moles clawing at the rim.