Silhouettes in Glass Houses
Strike dubious poses,
Against the blood-stained roses,
That line the window sill.
Tell your fears to the tall man in the dark.
With his whip and chain
He’ll cleanse your tainted spirit.
Painting a spattered scape
Across the black lit window.
Popular spot, this one.
Art they call it.
No one can see
Through the one-way pane.
This week is all about writing routines, check out Grabbety’s advice, Writing Routines, In Search of Creativity
We’ll have more throughout the week from the rest of our amazing partner’s in crime.