A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. Sekhmet III (Dinner with Bast) My meal is invitation only, and I’m dressed in my best Alabaster skin, tainted by the peel of breaking rocks out the back end of the palace -A cradle The savior of my enemy’s seed bull-rushing down the rapids, turning waterContinue reading “WD 61 “Sekhmet III (Dinner with Bast)””
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