The Occupied Woman

Legions live within the boundaries of her skin.   Joined not at the hip but breath in breath they are, they walk, they weave. The Old Ones occupy her heart in one blood the echo chamber of Ancients.   Spiders occupy her hair, their lighted threads weaving to and fro, stars to sons.   Light... Continue Reading →

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