Mallory

was so afraid in my journey
i met some wolves that devoured me
I met some felons along the road
they were killers
the sons of goats
ive been here
having rounds all over town
was like a ghost no one remembers

as a young divine
flashing prime delight
tears i cried late in my bed at night
another story
a buried memory
of a girl
Her name is Mallory

men like to hunt a loving doe
a graceful deer
some naive girl
she walks alone
subject to burn
gets lost and old
Skipped and overturned

the painting man
controls history
W Mrs Mallory
he hunts and kills while shes at home
to feed his thirst
asea

shes a young divine
basking prime delight
her candle burnt
till he came to finish his job
on to the next one
On to the next young
woman



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Writer(s): Imelda Schweighart
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