My MaenadA Poem by SpitfireGrrrl
I am a dervish.
Winding my way through these woods Skin of wine in my hand wreath of vines on my head feel of lips on my skin sharpened blade on my back tracing those steps of Hers, of my, my Maenad… Scent of blood on the air lick my lips, twitch my nose… drench my hair in that life- of Hers, of my, my Maenad… I am inside with them, those killers of Orpheus. Our insanity, it is a shell that wraps around my soul cushioned with Wine sharpened with Blades comforted by, My Maenad © 2011 SpitfireGrrrlFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on January 23, 2011 Last Updated on January 23, 2011 AuthorSpitfireGrrrlDallas, GAAboutI've been coming and going from here for a while now. I'll just... stop writing for a while and step away, then come back for a little while. :) It's been lots of fun reading all the new stuff from.. more..Writing
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