with quick and assured movements
she chops off your head, clean
at the spine. you have no defense;
even if you did, what would you
do but lay it at her feet?
like the falling stars, you have
resigned to an earthbound existence.
like a chant, she has infected you.
you didn’t realize when you started
singing the song of her scheming,
a language with no words, a
spell had been cast, and like the
horizon on the edge of the sea
shall no more be lifted.


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Poet. Photographer. Writer. Goddess. View all posts by ky

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