{"sf1_id":1511221,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Topheth, A Poem","author":"DrRayneBell","words":118,"posted_at":"2019-11-09T00:02:00.000Z","tags":["Poetry","Topheth","literature"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1511221-topheth-a-poem","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1511221","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1511221\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#14 of Poetry c.2019\n\nA poem about sacrifice and small comforts. Released very early into the year.","content":"Topheth, A Poem\n\n* * *\n\nCasting actors for their play,  \nlearning tricks to make them stay;  \npoor at making conversation,  \nso far above your own station.\n\nCar keys have set to rest,  \nby the morning's very best;  \nnothing new here to learn,  \nbut with room to yet yearn.\n\nCold lips will part to take,  \nseasoned warmth for your sake,  \nbefore fingers meet new skin,  \nunder disguise from all sin.\n\nCultivated like a rose,  \nwinding down with a pose;  \nit is here they cannot steal,  \nyour daily chance to mend and heal.\n\nSwitching off invention for moonlight,  \nanother loss for your own right,  \nto live as a mother for one day,  \nand be loved for having gone astray.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}