Another of those placid afternoons
Another phallus
With trivial variations
Yet I am still here
Inadequate.
The inquest of my verses
And their cravings
To get enveloped in my darkness
They designate me as a seductress
Yet they fail
To match my prowess
Do I intimidate
Do I conquer
I really dunno
For like tempest
I swallow their existence
Reducing them to ashes
I have weathered vicissitudes
And these feathers
Will be strewn
For I am the tempest!
©LR
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