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.