Nymphe

There Used To Be Rainbows
she was a smileless child
left beneath an
empty pot of gold
next to the rainbow
lying on the ground
rotting in shades of
graying butterfly dust
Her Life
whither
shall she go
the streets
consume her
the buildings
assume her
the people
presume her
whither
or perhaps
whether
shall she go
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 violet
"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
ahhhh
you touched her
don't dare say
i did not warn you"
The Little Girl Beggar
love for the poor
love for the poor
hey mister
unlatch your groin
can you spare a kind word
love for the poor
love for the poor
the mean man towered
his tongue as sharp as a tack
she was a tigress
spewing nails right back
he raised his hand as if to hit
only to find it
bathed in her spit
she whispered coyly
love for the poor



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