The Lady

In awe she sits,

romanticizing people or one specific person.

Led numerous lives, hydras upon hydras

She wonders if it was God that spoke to her or the devil that came.

Collisions upon blows asunder.

Honored?

Weals upon weals, soul suffers……

Muted. pain, welts penetrate

Kindness beget abuse;

Salubrious bloomed trepidation.

Hydras came; Heads upon heads no foliage

Governess Time escorts deplorable to meet

Euphoria are you there?

Leave, Begone Time for you dunno

The Lotus eater!

 

 

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