Tile the apse in stollen glitter
From the dryad out in Athens.
Charms fill the room and dangle,
Dripping sterling silver around her wrist;
A trade-mark sound.
She conducts in silence through evil eyes
That don’t work in the night.
Shrinking her heart so pupils can dilate
Before the alter of men.
Ah, men.


About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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