As if it meant nothing-

As if it meant nothing-

crushed under his turning heel,

like the discarded peel of a delicious fruit.

Fate teetered precariously

at

the

apex

of pros and cons.

The thief determined to spoil his own sanctuary

With the key that rode his hip.

Miasma of loss poisons the horizon

And guileless tokens engender gasps of longing.