Capsized: Part I
In Death -More or lessBefore I knew youI knew him.I was drowninginto a swelling Puddle of my ownRotten molten flesh.
Power Punch
Standing still. Standing ovation. Scars haven’t healed. Fate has yet to be sealed. Still pouring salt in wounds. Blood trickles
Arachne
In her corner, she spins thick spindles of thread.   A web slightly above her own head.   One that she has
Pottery Wheel
I found myself Sinking beneath the floorboards  While you listened in --   Taking valuable information.   Furthering the reach   In which
New Beginnings
You stand within a corridor of several entries. Doors painted gold. They are without panes of glass Or ornamental calligraphy.
Athena
And the spear left her hands As it flew across the sky Swift like Lightning lifted from within her palms.
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