November 29, 2009
Her inchoate mind
A desolate pasture
Of indigent ragweed
And raffia strands
Flowed untamed
Without a despot

She intrigued him
Wanted to make her his
A derivation of himself
So he blandished her mendaciously
Without a modicum of couth
Shielded the veracity

She swooned
Unclenched her grasp on herself
Let him shape her
Closed her eyes
On her fading soul
Thought it was a sweet dream

Only shadows remain
It was a nightmare

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