Medusa's Moorings.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Named aptly the widow's octopus
with her eight umbilical cords, reaching out to connect, suckers dock from filamentous moorings. Wrapping around you hungrily, drawing your very essence, leaving a carcass empty in her wake. One can hear the ocean from your beloved shell.
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Added on July 9, 2017 Last Updated on July 9, 2017 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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