the martyr

 Beasts of burden

and witch's brew

Mixed and mottled

bundled up

 

thrown, tossed under---

 

   "They'll eat you alive," she said to

me, one stormy night,

on the eve of her birth.

   "And what about you?" asked

the parrot on her ceiling.

 

   "Me?" she said,

   "I'll surrender!" she cried,

"Surrender!"

Reviews

[Preeti]

A curious piece. I can't really figure out what it means but maybe that's the beauty of it.