they kept a marble angel
swiped from a cemetery
stashed in the crawl space
under the house, a relic
of one ill-considered night
now regretted and yet
unreturned, so daddy long legs
crept between her wings
and dust collected in the folds
of her robe. her cold white lips
slept unkissed. the plumbing
under the house was old
and dripped from time
to time, left a dark streak
from her eye down her cheek
as if she wept black tears.
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