I never quite understood Poetesses and fashion
I am a nightmareKeep staring at meI am a nightmareYou will get nothing for freeI am a nightmare
My philosopher saysEvil has been intricatepart of our life-fabric.
Why’d I let you in?
there she stood,the mighty flowerstanding so tallwith her petals of gracethat she let you…
this nascent bloom
all of these devotionswill fall like false deities