5 Photo Poems + Black Widow Chapter 21
Yanked into sandBy deeper undercurrentsHer heart turns to rock Through grey glass darklyIn the blackness of the seasonWorld now turning white Why so shy todayLight hidden under bushelsShine out on and forth Psychedelic tripsLeave my mind a wonderingWhere I was walking Can’t see the wood for the treesUnusual displayTaken for granted Black Widow 21 New ... 5 Photo Poems + Black Widow Chapter 21
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Yanked into sand
By deeper undercurrents
Her heart turns to rock
Through grey glass darkly
In the blackness of the season
World now turning white
Why so shy today
Light hidden under bushels
Shine out on and forth
Psychedelic trips
Leave my mind a wondering
Where I was walking
Can’t see the wood for the trees
Unusual display
Taken for granted
Black Widow 21
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Energised by G’s blood Stella felt fit for the city. Steve had been here previously. Somehow she knew. It was a smell. Pheromones. A strange attraction. Beats looks, wit and wisdom always. Every day faster and closer. She was getting there. She would see him again and then. Maybe settle down. Separate bedrooms. That would be safer. The dead don’t run but they don’t speak either. She missed his stories. He knew some cracking jokes. Or he didn’t. But he knew how to make them up. He knew the words that tickled her fancy. He had this lazy loll perfect for his lazy lilt but he didn’t annoy like Susan and her followers. That Grebo. What a wanker. Steve? Was he lazy? She hadn’t always thought so. Laid back. She used to love that about him. Somehow she’d forgot.
Steve still slept in the meadow. Dreaming of the city. The city was night time. The meadow sunshine. Flowers and shamrocks. Three leaved. None of them four. The luck remained in rest, in the sleeping, in the time to be still. He’d put a lot of distance between himself and Stella. Maybe she’d forgotten him, moved on to other conquests and killings. It was fine by him. He was still breathing. His dream turned a corner. Stella. Perhaps she’s not forgotten. Perhaps the chase is on. Maybe she’s getting closer. Steve woke with a jolt. Shivering. The sun passed behind a cloud. Darkness descended. He was running out of places to go. He felt suddenly. Felt so low.
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