The Triumph of Paganism

She dismembers dysmorphia.
A euphoria erupts like a flower
and overpowers the Seraph
spelling doom with its eyes.

No wonder the bottle flies are in heat.

As the empty street flickers
in the steamy summer rain,
she trains her gaze on the promise
of her lascivious dreams.

-r. miller

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