To be a prophetess of old Marble shrines, Gilded with whispers of praise Bangles on arms And ankles and throat Empty eyes staring at...

I wake to a clammy palm covering my mouth Paris’ eyes are feverish, Possessive and possessed Coarse fabric chafes against my cheeks And...

Last night a faceless goddess Visited me in a dream Another appeared beside her Beautiful and awful The blank face Issued a warning...