Upon this Rock
...CONTINUATION
For over all this edenism she spies
a webbed heart. Not a catch of compassion
here, in this place,
mother eat's daughter’s flesh
Beneath the white marble of her gaze
the billows foam under her cold unflinching person
Unmoved
moored by the clash of the waves.
Shuffling between what was and what will be
“Stepping forward half and quarter paces”
A mother’s click, click, clacking heart
a baby’s head bashed against the rock
White once.
The stone woman’s hair dyed red.
Screams, screams
Into siren sounds are morphed
A wail, a wail, above the lily-white rock
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What a morbid picture you painted there. But that is the beauty of fiction because it resides in the realm of phantasm
Thanks so much.