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Nymphe 



The Warning
someone cornered
the minor goddess
her spirit wing bent
she was caught
squirming for her
mortality
clutching the leaf of
a fragile
african violent
"don't touch her"
shouted the village's
wizardly wild woman
"or you become her muse
she is medusa's
offspring
with one puff
of her breath she will
freeze your soul
leaving you to wonder
why you wander
unkempt and unslept
for she is the lid
off of pandora's box
don't touch her
don't touch her
ahhhhh
you touched her
don't dare say
i didn't warn you"
There Use To Be Rainbows
she is a smileless child
left beneath the
empty pot of gold
next to the rainbow
lying on the ground
rotting in shades of
greying butterfly dust
Implosion
earth water woman
or
water earth woman
decide as you may
only she knows
for sure
for one without the other
would
implode the planet
My Life
whither
shall I go
the streets
consume me
the buildings
assume me
the people
presume me
whither
or perhaps
whether
shall I go