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“50 Words for Poe: Lillith”



Lillith was a cat on a hot tin roof
all coiled up ready to spring

Cat on a hot tin roof
dancing bare feet on a bare floor, cold bed without springs, locked in her own mind, a locked door

you could feel the heat rising off her
like heat when rain hits blistering bitumen, steam slowly raising the atmosphere, electric, charged

She smelt like heat and rain 
and fresh cut silver grass and lemonade

Her mind was like the ocean

She rolled her hips as she swayed in her tight skirt
bare feet in a room next to Terror 

In Room No.9 
Lillith, kind of entranced in her own fire, wired

Turns her back on shadows
in the mirror

Terror’s knocking on her wall
She turns up the music in her mind, higher

She was New
after all


(LadyLabyrinth/2019)




https://youtu.be/dhGETVlOM0Y




“Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,

The dew that flies
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red

Eye, the cauldron of morning.”





“We are all living in an illusion and mistaking it for reality.”

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