Spectre
…But daughter
is always a sightless gamble. At night he dreams
of hands closing tight about her throat,
this poisoned root we must cast out.
My mother says nothing
and looks away, a worse
kind of violence.
…But daughter
is always a sightless gamble. At night he dreams
of hands closing tight about her throat,
this poisoned root we must cast out.
My mother says nothing
and looks away, a worse
kind of violence.