Our Lady...
from the collection Tight Graffiti
By Sarah SniderPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Lake Michigan
she is barely repressed
violence today
all froth and foam
her cold and pitiless waters
churned to murky teal
around the edges
steadfast steel in the center
her whole being-tangible
and full
her body moves
like tall grass in the
northern wind
laying a little lower
sometimes
but that is an illusion
it's just spin
-it's just your eyes adjusting-
if you look long enough
you see her breathing deeply
you see her body shake and roll
you can sense her restlessness
her otherness
her -ness is a warning
our lady isn't sleeping well
and is in a killing mood
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About the Creator
Sarah Snider
I am a great lover of poetry, magic, mystery and science. I am passionate about sharing what I know about herbs and herbal medicine.
She/Her
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