In My Mirror
Medusa's Spell
In my mirror the shade is sitting... and velvet... the face is pale as fog...slave... Steps of rain and mud from that glass window the moon sleeps among the branches ...the gray dyes the tempest into my womb.
In my mirror the shade is sitting... and velvet... the face is pale as fog...slave... Steps of rain and mud from that glass window the moon sleeps among the branches ...the gray dyes the tempest into my womb.