Bitter Grapes

“The higher the grapes, the bitter they are”-

she goes by the old age adage, satisfying herself

by imprinting her nature Pisces, pieced onto walls

of her mind’s eye, snickering through jaws shut

in a bearing where senility finds her, and she finds

me peculiarly reaching for the grapes, to be bitter

by the syrupiness of her cavalry, my adrenal state,

obtain the key, before she can spot and seize me

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Image Artist: Nikita Veprikov

For MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge.