She Posted on October 11, 2019 by Lisa Rosier The sliver of time before I became tragic Was it a wicked serpent’s word Some desired autonomy This devotion to husband and child? Think with me honestly What of heart’s protracted pain Is my sweet apple affinity My downfall?
On the Eve Posted on September 18, 2018 by Lisa Rosier serpent at My ankles, always And nighttime evermore “She should have known better,” they’ll say about Me She, Me and the similar others significant others who also ought Now nonetheless wise to the slither
The sliver of time before I became tragic
serpent at My ankles, always