"Her Property"

Her Property

This tenement of lies

defeats the skies

to a squalor

unbecoming her.

She rummages

for goods that damage.

In the sick of unsleep,
the roof sags and weeps.

How how how 

fate kisses her brow,

arcs her to a rainbow.    

Gold streaks of hair show

glimmers of a treasure
sequestered in her nature.

If she knows she counts,

this will amount

to enough for supplying

the cost of living.

~ LCMH