was stuck
between the drain and brick
of her house.
it looked like the smallest
of gloves.
with eyes
and a mouth showing
teeth as sharp
as needles. a portent
of bad tidings
to come, perhaps.
who's to say how long
it was there.
no one taking the time
to remove it,
no one caring.
call it what you will, but
it told me so much
about her.
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