Poker Face

The sky bright

as the house burned.

Once a beautiful sight beheld

The house was just that, a sight.

A subject of talk to no surprise,

The house had no doors and no windows.

A vessel not of naught 

As I can see into the house 

of no doors or windows.

I can see the woman

secluded inside.

Her tongue sits bloodied to her side

As she sews a zipper

Across her lips