cloaked in guise
smokey, southern voiced,
you create mirrors
and whisper beneath their reflections.
chained to trees that watch
their leaf unfurl to your key.
locks bleed my emotion
as night beckons my tears
offering them to the wolf
who demands curdled screams.
voices fall into shadow
as i become your mistress of nightfall.
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
12feb09
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