wandering eyes under thick lashes
tipped with gleaming ichor
shaded from the morning sun
by clouds brewing with anger
lips painted with blood
a smile carved upon her face
slinking swiftly 'round the bend
a lioness stalking prey
cursed with beauty, love, and expiry
she relished in every mirror
but now she's grown remorseful
as the world becomes ever clearer
so she followed closely
behind the man's bare back
until he stared into her glory
and screamed until the black
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Deeper into Dreams
PoetryA short collection of poetry with differing lengths and topics. Exerpt from Medusa: "so she followed closely behind the man's bare back until he stared into her glory and screamed until the black"