Old Lady Charm

Dirty cups and

Straggles of lace, fine china

Wrinkles, carved deep in

Forgotten skin

My breath catches on


Fine ash of mist blown hate as

You mutter, mumble, sweep

Filmed blue eyes,


I listen:


A/N: Dedicated to my grandma, who went into hospital yesterday. Not as happy with it as I was last night but... meh.