Monday 18 November 2013

Purged


I shall lay down in the sheltering water
rinse out the bitterness of memories
in a purple gloom

I shall wear white lace and red lipstick
and in the forest, drowning in the dark night
evolve into the fawn

I shall be found like a clam shell on the coast
immaculate, illimitable like the ocean wide
the siren made of a foam

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