Tuesday, November 16, 2021

Serpent Skirt

Four deaths that stalk mankind
Wind down a family line
It's time I change my mind
And create by design
Erase these olden tales
Of mangled masts and sails
Of dead-end roads and trails
Of fallen dreams and fails
I am only my breath
Not anything that's said
No need to shave my head
I shed my skin instead
This is my serpent skirt
I give her back to earth
Burn bridges at the hearth
And step into my work
I rewrite life with light
Delete the pain and blight
Forgive all foes and fright
I came to make this right

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