Perception MIRROR
I had seen this one before. Him over me, Our bodies Entwined Like trees with brittle branches. Only the earth could hold us then. Her face looked sullen, apologetic Almost, But she still had the horns and Never again Could I stand To smile at them. They waited there, Looking down Like angels doing God’s work, Waiting for reaction. They waited and I stood. How similar we both looked. And yet how different When in the end I was alone And she With child to bear, And me With none but men to coax me Into their traps.
Barbara Uchdorf
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