What the Princess Whispered
her green eyes gazing after me
she, swallowed in that other maw by then
I back away, the jaws of life in hand
her black hair chasing after me
the blue twilight strewn with twisted metal
parkway shoulder blades of grass
topped with dewdrops clover spades and petals
dusted bright with broken glass
her smiling plea haunts it still
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