And Then There Were None

Motivation? What motivation?

I ask the curiosity
that forgets how it once used
to contemplate empty holes
with no surprise,

as frustration subsides
back into the shadows
from these fingers

now a breadth’s length away
from your cooled neck.

Whose fingers are these?
To whom do they now belong to?

© Zelda Reville


I haven’t read the book in ages! Maybe I should revisit it again…

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