….
Give her
robes of silk
or other un
-scrupulous ilk,
distal places lost
to self (in)
-compatible
styles
and stalks.
Never one to
talk,
she’s back to vertical, held
together by fibers of
crimson scrim
…..and be
-witched sin.
….
…
Word list from my Shawna. Read her amazing piece here.
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LOVE:
“held
together by fibers of
crimson scrim
…..and be
-witched sin”
“Never one to
talk” … Ha. She’d better not be, considering the stories she’d probably have to tell!
Okay, I’m guessing she belongs to a harem of some sort… and is promised a place in heaven for her services. I, too, love that last stanza!