Wrecking- Laura Viers

The king is a hand & slaps you like a wave & shackles you down. Bound like an anchored chain in the sand sends your ships to the rocks sends the keys to the lock of the chain on your heart, to the mouth of a serpent,& his scaly glass shards. He's holding all the cards & waiting in the waves w/ the poker face & no trail to trace, no trail to trace...