her. – Lucy (of Lucy’s Works)

Alabaster the dissociated
Moon; a blood-hunt of my dreams,
death the psychosis, torment the arbitrary
mind, I dreamed of the topples of
thunderbirds, medusa-ing
mouths of darkness, and final
hair of serpents to planetary
shivers; and celestial death
of the stars, they translate
the whiteness of hills,
goat-herding anesthesia
in the sand-cratered moons
within the dusty womb of Mars
left me my child-self
and I was her. 

Written for the dVerse prompt: “So find a few creative nouns (or use some of the examples I have given) and weave a poem around them. Some nouns are already established as a verb. For example, you may describe a narrow road snaking along the valley floor…”

I was also inspired by The Handler by Muse. 

online at: https://lucysworks.com/

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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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