A Lovers’ Curse

So you want my soul you Medusa’s curse

While you bruise my hearts’ charka.

Blackened eyes , pigmented skin

Teeth of snakes and vixen!

Not earthy bound

The whore on the road to revolution.

Spit on me belittled found.

Allow me to stab a fork into your tongue

Discover what your missing.

A muraled  mind

Is that a wall?

Not once upon a time

Can you tell me?

Is sanity underrated??

Wanda Stafford