A work in progress. As usual. :/ meh.
your full house-
we can paper trail this one back to the days when his hand was first dealt
and her queen singed the cards
with her gunpowdered rabbit hole
and all wonderland burst.
she left her sailors all hands on deck
and him gnawing on hell's crest
and he still wilts
but the thorns in her smile and the tongue in his ribs
soils him kindly
she did always like to keep the garden looking nice
for the next hand